Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss.
A/N: Yeah! People DO like the story! Well, I hope the sequel is just as much fun. Don't worry too much about JT, things are going to look up for him in a bit. Oh, and did anyone want me to put yaoi or anything in this? Cause I will. Okay, enjoy chapter 2!
Chapter 2: Plotting and planning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, run this by me again."
Omi grumbled as Aya proceeded to baby him into giving him every single detail of what he had dreamt. What more was there to tell? He had dreamt of JT, in the hospital, begging him to get him out. That's all there was to it!
"Look, Aya, all I know is JT is calling me and he won't stop until I save him! I have to see him!"
The read head frowned as Ken took over.
"Omi, he nearly killed you, don't you think its best that he stays where he is. Then he can never hurt you again."
"Do you really think he'll stay trapped forever? There's no way, and he'll keep sending me dreams until I go get him or until I go mad, which ever comes first."
"Think for a minute, Omi. How would he get out? And, going by your logic, if he does get out he'll be coming after you."
The small blonde turned his burning gaze towards Youji.
"That's exactly my point! If I go and get him than he won't have spent years with pent up rage towards me and...and maybe I can fix what ever it is that's wrong with him."
There was silence. No one said it but they all thought it, there was no way for anyone to fix what was wrong with JT, he was too far-gone now. Sighing heavily Omi got up from the table and went up stairs to get some more sleep. He didn't need to hear the lectures the others would give him, nor did he need to hear them whisper of how JT effected him, no matter where he was.
Of course it effected him, didn't it effect them? The boy that was nearly their son was mentally ill; didn't they think of him every day as well? Either way, he was still around, as if his memory were a ghost, popping up when they thought that finally they could be released, but some how something always occurred to push them back to the beginning again. It was odd, as if the boy knew and refused to let go. Maybe he did, just maybe, he did.
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The noon sun shone down on the city with a warm glow, smiling upon every living thing. In the light the hospital seemed much more inviting and less formidable. Omi had told the others he was going to go check out the new restaurant that had opened in the inner city, but they all knew where he was really heading.
Walking down the white hallways the blonde felt his emotions sink, listening to the screams and methodical laughter. Why would they put JT in some place like this? Surely there were other places he could be put...
The nurse he was walking with was so busy chattering away that she didn't even notice he was zoning. When they reached the door she unlocked it and smiled.
"There's a camera in there for surveillance, so nothing to worry about. When you're ready to leave just press the button on the wall near the door."
Nodding he let her open the door for him then close it when he was inside. Looking around he saw the bed was a mess, pillows flung all over the place and blankets all tangled. There was nothing in the room but the bed, a window and a few stuffed animal cats.
Walking over to the cats he saw that there were four of them and that, this perplexed him most, they were all their code name cats. Picking up the most worn one he saw that it was small and black, a bombay. Before he could think twice the cat was snatched from his hands and was embedded into JT's chest.
Omi gasped loudly when he saw his son. His usually perfect hair was a disheveled mess and his face was covered in dirt and what looked like ash. Kneeling down he gently touched the boy's tear stained cheek.
"Hi, JT, do you remember me?"
The boy shook violently at times, and said nothing. Taking the stuffed toy from him his father looked at him worriedly.
"I know somewhere in there you can hear me, JT, and I want to tell you that I will free you. No matter what it takes I'll get you out of here. Even if Masafumi IS inside you I'll risk it and have you back again, where I can care for you. I promise."
The boy gave him big aqua eyes, then turned his attention back to the cat that had been taken. Sighing the elder blonde gave the cat back and gently brushed his son's hair, a feeling of guilt passing over him at the greasy feeling.
He stayed only a few moments more, then got up and went to the door to press the button. When the buzz rang, opening the door from the inside, Omi took one last look at the child, who seemed to be sad he was going. Waving goodbye he whispered, so that only the two of them would hear,
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And opening the door, he left.
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Ken looked over to the small blonde, a grumpy look gracing his normally passive features. Every now and then Omi would look up at him, smile, then go back to reading his book. He knew, they all knew. He was planning something and they all had their money on the fact that JT had something to do with it.
Finally the brunette couldn't take it anymore and ripped the book from Omi's hands and yelled,
"Omi! Tell us what you're up to, now! I know you're planning something now tell me!"
The blonde blinked casual blue eyes, then smiled. "Ken, calm down. If I were planing anything I would tell you, you know that."
"Don't psychoanalyze me! I know that you're planning something!"
Omi's smile fell. "Do you even know what psychoanalyze means?"
"NO! NOW TELL ME!"
"Well, it means-"
Before he could finish his quip Ken slapped the younger hard and grabbed him harshly.
"Omi! I'm serious! Have you forgotten what he did?! He'll try to kill you again! He's not right! It's not even him anymore! Why can't you see that!?"
"Because love is blind!"
The room filled with an uneasy pause. Ken looked slightly dumb struck, unsure exactly of what his friend's words meant.
"Love is...blind? What?"
"That's right, Ken, love is blind! No matter what has happened or what he does he is still my son and I will love him. I can't see anything wrong or bad with him, that is why love is blind. So I'm blinded by love, I don't care. And you, all of you, shouldn't worry about things that have nothing to do with you!"
Closing on that, the blonde turned on his heel and stomped up to his room, slamming the door and locking it tight. The soccer player simply stood, rooted to the ground, wondering exactly what had just happened.
"Maybe...love truly is blind. Oh, boy, Omi. What have you gotten us into?"
~TBC
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Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Next chapter, JT comes back and all hell breaks loose with Weiss. And, yes, Omi is blinded by love. Pretty good representation of the quote, huh? Any ways, leave your comments! Thanks!
A/N: Yeah! People DO like the story! Well, I hope the sequel is just as much fun. Don't worry too much about JT, things are going to look up for him in a bit. Oh, and did anyone want me to put yaoi or anything in this? Cause I will. Okay, enjoy chapter 2!
Chapter 2: Plotting and planning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, run this by me again."
Omi grumbled as Aya proceeded to baby him into giving him every single detail of what he had dreamt. What more was there to tell? He had dreamt of JT, in the hospital, begging him to get him out. That's all there was to it!
"Look, Aya, all I know is JT is calling me and he won't stop until I save him! I have to see him!"
The read head frowned as Ken took over.
"Omi, he nearly killed you, don't you think its best that he stays where he is. Then he can never hurt you again."
"Do you really think he'll stay trapped forever? There's no way, and he'll keep sending me dreams until I go get him or until I go mad, which ever comes first."
"Think for a minute, Omi. How would he get out? And, going by your logic, if he does get out he'll be coming after you."
The small blonde turned his burning gaze towards Youji.
"That's exactly my point! If I go and get him than he won't have spent years with pent up rage towards me and...and maybe I can fix what ever it is that's wrong with him."
There was silence. No one said it but they all thought it, there was no way for anyone to fix what was wrong with JT, he was too far-gone now. Sighing heavily Omi got up from the table and went up stairs to get some more sleep. He didn't need to hear the lectures the others would give him, nor did he need to hear them whisper of how JT effected him, no matter where he was.
Of course it effected him, didn't it effect them? The boy that was nearly their son was mentally ill; didn't they think of him every day as well? Either way, he was still around, as if his memory were a ghost, popping up when they thought that finally they could be released, but some how something always occurred to push them back to the beginning again. It was odd, as if the boy knew and refused to let go. Maybe he did, just maybe, he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The noon sun shone down on the city with a warm glow, smiling upon every living thing. In the light the hospital seemed much more inviting and less formidable. Omi had told the others he was going to go check out the new restaurant that had opened in the inner city, but they all knew where he was really heading.
Walking down the white hallways the blonde felt his emotions sink, listening to the screams and methodical laughter. Why would they put JT in some place like this? Surely there were other places he could be put...
The nurse he was walking with was so busy chattering away that she didn't even notice he was zoning. When they reached the door she unlocked it and smiled.
"There's a camera in there for surveillance, so nothing to worry about. When you're ready to leave just press the button on the wall near the door."
Nodding he let her open the door for him then close it when he was inside. Looking around he saw the bed was a mess, pillows flung all over the place and blankets all tangled. There was nothing in the room but the bed, a window and a few stuffed animal cats.
Walking over to the cats he saw that there were four of them and that, this perplexed him most, they were all their code name cats. Picking up the most worn one he saw that it was small and black, a bombay. Before he could think twice the cat was snatched from his hands and was embedded into JT's chest.
Omi gasped loudly when he saw his son. His usually perfect hair was a disheveled mess and his face was covered in dirt and what looked like ash. Kneeling down he gently touched the boy's tear stained cheek.
"Hi, JT, do you remember me?"
The boy shook violently at times, and said nothing. Taking the stuffed toy from him his father looked at him worriedly.
"I know somewhere in there you can hear me, JT, and I want to tell you that I will free you. No matter what it takes I'll get you out of here. Even if Masafumi IS inside you I'll risk it and have you back again, where I can care for you. I promise."
The boy gave him big aqua eyes, then turned his attention back to the cat that had been taken. Sighing the elder blonde gave the cat back and gently brushed his son's hair, a feeling of guilt passing over him at the greasy feeling.
He stayed only a few moments more, then got up and went to the door to press the button. When the buzz rang, opening the door from the inside, Omi took one last look at the child, who seemed to be sad he was going. Waving goodbye he whispered, so that only the two of them would hear,
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And opening the door, he left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ken looked over to the small blonde, a grumpy look gracing his normally passive features. Every now and then Omi would look up at him, smile, then go back to reading his book. He knew, they all knew. He was planning something and they all had their money on the fact that JT had something to do with it.
Finally the brunette couldn't take it anymore and ripped the book from Omi's hands and yelled,
"Omi! Tell us what you're up to, now! I know you're planning something now tell me!"
The blonde blinked casual blue eyes, then smiled. "Ken, calm down. If I were planing anything I would tell you, you know that."
"Don't psychoanalyze me! I know that you're planning something!"
Omi's smile fell. "Do you even know what psychoanalyze means?"
"NO! NOW TELL ME!"
"Well, it means-"
Before he could finish his quip Ken slapped the younger hard and grabbed him harshly.
"Omi! I'm serious! Have you forgotten what he did?! He'll try to kill you again! He's not right! It's not even him anymore! Why can't you see that!?"
"Because love is blind!"
The room filled with an uneasy pause. Ken looked slightly dumb struck, unsure exactly of what his friend's words meant.
"Love is...blind? What?"
"That's right, Ken, love is blind! No matter what has happened or what he does he is still my son and I will love him. I can't see anything wrong or bad with him, that is why love is blind. So I'm blinded by love, I don't care. And you, all of you, shouldn't worry about things that have nothing to do with you!"
Closing on that, the blonde turned on his heel and stomped up to his room, slamming the door and locking it tight. The soccer player simply stood, rooted to the ground, wondering exactly what had just happened.
"Maybe...love truly is blind. Oh, boy, Omi. What have you gotten us into?"
~TBC
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Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Next chapter, JT comes back and all hell breaks loose with Weiss. And, yes, Omi is blinded by love. Pretty good representation of the quote, huh? Any ways, leave your comments! Thanks!