Disclaimer: Hey! I don't own Weiss! Weird huh?
A/N: Well, I'm back, did you miss me? Heh, I'm still swamped with everything but I thought it was time to start the sequel. Uhm...things you need to know? Just know the ending of the 'Running from the past.'. Kay! Hope you enjoy!
An Innocent Mind
Chapter 1: Silence
~~~~ The moon shone its silver light across the quiet streets of the city. The streets were empty and the buildings were dark as the night sky. Down the silent street, around the corner, the Koneko sat, resting its weary wings until the morning when it would be hounded again.
Omi sat in his room, thinking, staring at the diamonds in the sky and the salient moon. He sighed, shutting the window, ending the stream of cool air into the room. Laying down on the bed he watched the crack of the ceiling, thinking of the last year he had spent, finally reunited with his team, and, in an odd twist of fate, their new allies; Schwarz.
What he remembered more clearly was not the torture he had been put through by the other team, nor the warm love they had experienced for a short time, not even when his brother's spirit possessed his son. No, what he remembered so distinctly was that night. He had called JT out of the storage room and up to take his bath but...what he got was a near fatal attack. While he was supposed to be in the bathtub the boy had slipped out and redressed himself. Grabbing a pair of sharp scissors he found his father, unexpectant to say the least. When he had turned around the cold metal object was embedded deep in his chest, warm blood dripping to the carpet. He had screamed, that was the only way the others had known something was wrong, when they found him he was unconscious and JT...well, JT was sick, that's all that could be said.
Shutting his eyes he tried to surpress the memory, though he knew that it wouldn't happen. They had no idea what had happened, so much had already occurred, what more could've happened? It was bad enough he was stuck with the mind of a 5 year old and drifted in and out of the proper world, but now he was being possessed, they assumed, all over again. He had had no say in the matter, but the others had put the child away, some place safe, some place where no one would get hurt by him again.
He had unintentionally been taking deep breaths, which stung against his old stitches. Calming down, he clutched the old wound and pretended that it wasn't really there. No matter what any one had said he simply would not believe his son, the one who he had spent so much time and effort to protect, had intentionally tried to kill him. JT was too sweet and passive to do something like that but Masafumi wasn't.
That name...it always made him cringe. If it wasn't the memories of before JT was born it was the whole possession issues. Nothing was ever enough, not even for a spirit. Omi took another deep breath. He wished that JT would be freed some time by the grip his brother had on him; knowing all too well that was far beyond wishful thinking.
"Omi?"
The blonde glanced to the doorway, graced by Ken's lean form. He sighed and sat up, crossing his legs as he sat.
"Hi, Ken. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I couldn't really sleep and when I went by I saw your light on. You always stay up late looking at the stars, we always have. Why is that?"
Ken walked farther into the room, taking hold of the chair by the bed and sitting in it. Omi smiled slightly, he had done that when JT had occupied the room.
"The stars calm me. Now adays I need more calming than ever. I still can't get over it...it may have been almost a year ago now but still, it wouldn't have happened under normal circumstances."
The soccer player scratched his head. "Well, yes, that is true, but, Omi, nothing we go through is ever a 'normal circumstance'. Unfortunately JT was caught up in our affairs since we thought he was old enough to handle it...which we were wrong about. We can't help that fact now."
Omi sighed deeply. "I know...If only I could go back in time, do something, say something, change anything, just as long as he was safe from what ever it is that took hold of him."
The brown hair man was silent. He could never think of anything to say to his friend about this topic. His son had nearly killed him; there was no other option other than to get rid of him. Didn't it at least beat killing him? Shaking his head he got up.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts, just don't worry about it too much. The past is just that, the past. Nothing can be changed. Good night, Omi."
Waving goodbye as the door shut the blonde returned to the soft bed and, despite his friend's good advice, started thinking all over again. Tiredness took him over and in the end what he had was both his memories and a dream.
~~~~
It had been dark, cold, almost like midnight in the middle of winter. He was curled up on the cold cement floor, waiting desperately for a chance to get away. That chance never came, however the door did open.
From the given silhouette it seemed to be Nagi, but at that point in his torture who knew? He cowered as the form approached him, seemingly innocent. The person knelt down beside him, giving him a warm look; yes, it was Nagi. When he met his gaze a small bundle was forced into his arms and then he was alone again. Removing the small cloth he looked at its contents. Was he hallucinating? No, it was a baby, and it was starting to cry.
The baby had soft gold hair, and through the squinted eyes he saw a greenish color, maybe even blue. He held the child close to him, trying to give it the little warmth he had, which wasn't much. Nuzzled against his chest the infant stopped crying and started chewing on his dirty shirt. Pulling the fabric away form the infant he gave him the little food he did have, a small piece of bread and a little water.
The child wasn't apparently hungry, just cold. In whatever case this was not the right kind of environment for a child. Getting up he decided to try and pick the lock. Being the successful assassin he was it was a simple enough task, but the breaking out was a whole different story...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Omi awoke to the pounding of fists on his door. Grumbling loudly he screamed,
"Come in already, damn it!"
The door swung open almost instantly and there stood Youji, in all his glory. The honey blonde smiled warmly at him, cigarette dangling from his mouth, and walked in.
"Hello, Omi, darlin', how are you this morning?"
The blonde newly roused from his sleep gave the other a queer look. "What is up with you? Its only eight, I have the noon shift, get out of my room!"
Pulling the pillow over his head Omi's demand feel on deaf ears as Youji came in and sat on his bed and started to shake him playfully.
"Get up, Omittchi! I have a big surprise for you."
Omi tried to kick him from under the blankets. "Get off! I'm not your whore and the only thing that you could give me which would interest me would be either my son or your matrix like jacket."
Youji flinched, then pinched Omi's neck, making him jump out from under the covers. He gave the playboy a livid look then rolled his eyes.
"What's this 'gift you have for me', now?"
Youji snickered. "Well, come downstairs and you'll see."
Falling backwards Omi growled, then lurched forwards and got up. "This had better be good." He mumbled to his partner as they left the room.
Heading down the apartment steps and into the kitchen he was greeted by the smell of warm cooking eggs, pancakes, sausages, orange juice and anything else Ken could make.
"There! Breakfast on us! It's good!"
The smaller blonde looked at his teammate curiously, then went to sit down. Ken immediately dished him a bit of everything then gave him milk and the juice. Aya had joined them about that time and sat beside Omi, and then was served by the ever-happy Ken.
"What a weirdo." The red head whispered, leaning over so the soccer coach wouldn't hear him. Omi snickered.
The great surprise wasn't much, but it was nice. After his meal he went back upstairs to take a hot shower. The running water felt nice, the heat draining away and problems he recently had. When he stepped from the shower and onto the tile floor he felt that ease leave him, and stay behind in the warm stall. Sighing he let it go and went to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before the noon shift started Omi had taken the smallest of catnaps and tried to type up some information he needed for Kritiker. At five minutes till he went downstairs and pulled his apron on. Ken happily greeted him as Aya grunted and Youji yawned. He smirked; at last the morning was catching up with the playboy.
The days always went fast, what with the rush of customers and all. When it was closing time they all pitched in, ate a quick meal then retired, ready for tomorrow's new day. Laying in bed that night the blonde felt a strange feeling come over him. He knew he had felt it before but he simply couldn't place it. Shaking his head he turned on his side and, for the first time in a very long while, went immediately to sleep.
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The night took hold of the hospital, forcing an eerie glow on it. The sounds of screams and insane laughter had died down, giving way to the strangest sound there could be; silence.
The rooms were all locked and secured, patients safely tucked away. The night shift nurse checked into some of the small rooms, then went towards the 'padded room section' as some of the less kind officers called it. The name wasn't even accurate, the rooms were small and had a soft floor and walls, but they were not padded.
She glanced into the many rooms, pausing every now and then to seek out a patient who had strayed from their bed. On the last room she took a particularly long time. She searched for the teen inside, worried that somehow he may have gotten out. Finally a movement in a dark corner caught her eye and she knew that the boy was still in place. Walking away, back down the hall, she finished her rounds and sat at the desk with the other nurses.
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Inside the room, huddled into the dark corner the young blonde looked out from the shadows, as if hiding from some great evil but at the same time trying to see it. His hair was a tangled mess and sweat poured from his face. Sitting there, in the darkness he whispered to himself, over and over again,
"Daddy...come find me....daddy..."
~~~~~~~
At that moment Omi's eyes snapped open and he released an ungodly yell into the night.
~TBC
Yup, that's chapter 1. Kind of boring, I know, but it will get better. For those of you who read 'Running...' I hope you'll be please with the sequel. So tell me what you think. Comments, suggestions, random info you wanna put about Weiss, go ahead. Thanks!
A/N: Well, I'm back, did you miss me? Heh, I'm still swamped with everything but I thought it was time to start the sequel. Uhm...things you need to know? Just know the ending of the 'Running from the past.'. Kay! Hope you enjoy!
An Innocent Mind
Chapter 1: Silence
~~~~ The moon shone its silver light across the quiet streets of the city. The streets were empty and the buildings were dark as the night sky. Down the silent street, around the corner, the Koneko sat, resting its weary wings until the morning when it would be hounded again.
Omi sat in his room, thinking, staring at the diamonds in the sky and the salient moon. He sighed, shutting the window, ending the stream of cool air into the room. Laying down on the bed he watched the crack of the ceiling, thinking of the last year he had spent, finally reunited with his team, and, in an odd twist of fate, their new allies; Schwarz.
What he remembered more clearly was not the torture he had been put through by the other team, nor the warm love they had experienced for a short time, not even when his brother's spirit possessed his son. No, what he remembered so distinctly was that night. He had called JT out of the storage room and up to take his bath but...what he got was a near fatal attack. While he was supposed to be in the bathtub the boy had slipped out and redressed himself. Grabbing a pair of sharp scissors he found his father, unexpectant to say the least. When he had turned around the cold metal object was embedded deep in his chest, warm blood dripping to the carpet. He had screamed, that was the only way the others had known something was wrong, when they found him he was unconscious and JT...well, JT was sick, that's all that could be said.
Shutting his eyes he tried to surpress the memory, though he knew that it wouldn't happen. They had no idea what had happened, so much had already occurred, what more could've happened? It was bad enough he was stuck with the mind of a 5 year old and drifted in and out of the proper world, but now he was being possessed, they assumed, all over again. He had had no say in the matter, but the others had put the child away, some place safe, some place where no one would get hurt by him again.
He had unintentionally been taking deep breaths, which stung against his old stitches. Calming down, he clutched the old wound and pretended that it wasn't really there. No matter what any one had said he simply would not believe his son, the one who he had spent so much time and effort to protect, had intentionally tried to kill him. JT was too sweet and passive to do something like that but Masafumi wasn't.
That name...it always made him cringe. If it wasn't the memories of before JT was born it was the whole possession issues. Nothing was ever enough, not even for a spirit. Omi took another deep breath. He wished that JT would be freed some time by the grip his brother had on him; knowing all too well that was far beyond wishful thinking.
"Omi?"
The blonde glanced to the doorway, graced by Ken's lean form. He sighed and sat up, crossing his legs as he sat.
"Hi, Ken. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I couldn't really sleep and when I went by I saw your light on. You always stay up late looking at the stars, we always have. Why is that?"
Ken walked farther into the room, taking hold of the chair by the bed and sitting in it. Omi smiled slightly, he had done that when JT had occupied the room.
"The stars calm me. Now adays I need more calming than ever. I still can't get over it...it may have been almost a year ago now but still, it wouldn't have happened under normal circumstances."
The soccer player scratched his head. "Well, yes, that is true, but, Omi, nothing we go through is ever a 'normal circumstance'. Unfortunately JT was caught up in our affairs since we thought he was old enough to handle it...which we were wrong about. We can't help that fact now."
Omi sighed deeply. "I know...If only I could go back in time, do something, say something, change anything, just as long as he was safe from what ever it is that took hold of him."
The brown hair man was silent. He could never think of anything to say to his friend about this topic. His son had nearly killed him; there was no other option other than to get rid of him. Didn't it at least beat killing him? Shaking his head he got up.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts, just don't worry about it too much. The past is just that, the past. Nothing can be changed. Good night, Omi."
Waving goodbye as the door shut the blonde returned to the soft bed and, despite his friend's good advice, started thinking all over again. Tiredness took him over and in the end what he had was both his memories and a dream.
~~~~
It had been dark, cold, almost like midnight in the middle of winter. He was curled up on the cold cement floor, waiting desperately for a chance to get away. That chance never came, however the door did open.
From the given silhouette it seemed to be Nagi, but at that point in his torture who knew? He cowered as the form approached him, seemingly innocent. The person knelt down beside him, giving him a warm look; yes, it was Nagi. When he met his gaze a small bundle was forced into his arms and then he was alone again. Removing the small cloth he looked at its contents. Was he hallucinating? No, it was a baby, and it was starting to cry.
The baby had soft gold hair, and through the squinted eyes he saw a greenish color, maybe even blue. He held the child close to him, trying to give it the little warmth he had, which wasn't much. Nuzzled against his chest the infant stopped crying and started chewing on his dirty shirt. Pulling the fabric away form the infant he gave him the little food he did have, a small piece of bread and a little water.
The child wasn't apparently hungry, just cold. In whatever case this was not the right kind of environment for a child. Getting up he decided to try and pick the lock. Being the successful assassin he was it was a simple enough task, but the breaking out was a whole different story...
~~~~~~~~~~~
Omi awoke to the pounding of fists on his door. Grumbling loudly he screamed,
"Come in already, damn it!"
The door swung open almost instantly and there stood Youji, in all his glory. The honey blonde smiled warmly at him, cigarette dangling from his mouth, and walked in.
"Hello, Omi, darlin', how are you this morning?"
The blonde newly roused from his sleep gave the other a queer look. "What is up with you? Its only eight, I have the noon shift, get out of my room!"
Pulling the pillow over his head Omi's demand feel on deaf ears as Youji came in and sat on his bed and started to shake him playfully.
"Get up, Omittchi! I have a big surprise for you."
Omi tried to kick him from under the blankets. "Get off! I'm not your whore and the only thing that you could give me which would interest me would be either my son or your matrix like jacket."
Youji flinched, then pinched Omi's neck, making him jump out from under the covers. He gave the playboy a livid look then rolled his eyes.
"What's this 'gift you have for me', now?"
Youji snickered. "Well, come downstairs and you'll see."
Falling backwards Omi growled, then lurched forwards and got up. "This had better be good." He mumbled to his partner as they left the room.
Heading down the apartment steps and into the kitchen he was greeted by the smell of warm cooking eggs, pancakes, sausages, orange juice and anything else Ken could make.
"There! Breakfast on us! It's good!"
The smaller blonde looked at his teammate curiously, then went to sit down. Ken immediately dished him a bit of everything then gave him milk and the juice. Aya had joined them about that time and sat beside Omi, and then was served by the ever-happy Ken.
"What a weirdo." The red head whispered, leaning over so the soccer coach wouldn't hear him. Omi snickered.
The great surprise wasn't much, but it was nice. After his meal he went back upstairs to take a hot shower. The running water felt nice, the heat draining away and problems he recently had. When he stepped from the shower and onto the tile floor he felt that ease leave him, and stay behind in the warm stall. Sighing he let it go and went to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before the noon shift started Omi had taken the smallest of catnaps and tried to type up some information he needed for Kritiker. At five minutes till he went downstairs and pulled his apron on. Ken happily greeted him as Aya grunted and Youji yawned. He smirked; at last the morning was catching up with the playboy.
The days always went fast, what with the rush of customers and all. When it was closing time they all pitched in, ate a quick meal then retired, ready for tomorrow's new day. Laying in bed that night the blonde felt a strange feeling come over him. He knew he had felt it before but he simply couldn't place it. Shaking his head he turned on his side and, for the first time in a very long while, went immediately to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night took hold of the hospital, forcing an eerie glow on it. The sounds of screams and insane laughter had died down, giving way to the strangest sound there could be; silence.
The rooms were all locked and secured, patients safely tucked away. The night shift nurse checked into some of the small rooms, then went towards the 'padded room section' as some of the less kind officers called it. The name wasn't even accurate, the rooms were small and had a soft floor and walls, but they were not padded.
She glanced into the many rooms, pausing every now and then to seek out a patient who had strayed from their bed. On the last room she took a particularly long time. She searched for the teen inside, worried that somehow he may have gotten out. Finally a movement in a dark corner caught her eye and she knew that the boy was still in place. Walking away, back down the hall, she finished her rounds and sat at the desk with the other nurses.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inside the room, huddled into the dark corner the young blonde looked out from the shadows, as if hiding from some great evil but at the same time trying to see it. His hair was a tangled mess and sweat poured from his face. Sitting there, in the darkness he whispered to himself, over and over again,
"Daddy...come find me....daddy..."
~~~~~~~
At that moment Omi's eyes snapped open and he released an ungodly yell into the night.
~TBC
Yup, that's chapter 1. Kind of boring, I know, but it will get better. For those of you who read 'Running...' I hope you'll be please with the sequel. So tell me what you think. Comments, suggestions, random info you wanna put about Weiss, go ahead. Thanks!