Dark Angel
By: Craw/Brad

Disclaimer: I still own nothing worth any money... poor me...

Author's notes: I love the Rocky Horror Picture Show! I wish there was somewhere by me that still did Midnight Madness... That really has nothing to do with the story, but that's really too bad! "I'm not much of a man by the light of day, but by night I am one hell of a lover."

Part Two

"What was that?" Omi asked as Nagi walked back to their table.

"I believe it is known as human kindness." Nagi replied sarcastically.

"Omi! Stop being rude!" Kris exclaimed, still kinda lost.

"Hn." Omi said before throwing a glare at the entire group and leaving. /Why the hell won't he leave me alone?/ Omi asked himself silently. He didn't mean to, but he found his thought drifting from how annoying the boy was, to how nicely shaped his... lower asset were.

With dark blue eyes that could see into the very depths of your soul if you would let them. Eyes that you could lose your self in for hours at a time. /I am not thinking that./ Omi stated flatly. /There is no way in hell that I am thinking about the feel of his lips on mine, or the feel of that small frame entwined with my own.../ Omi couldn't hold back the sigh that fell from his lips even if he had tried, which he didn't.

He felt a hand on his back. A hand that the blond knew wouldn't be there if he turned and looked. "What?" he asked as he turned to face the object of his denial. He was now painfully aware that they were alone in the hall.

For the second time that day, Nagi made a face that said I-had-expected-better-of-you. "Nothing."

"Look, what do you what from me? If you want to fight then come on! If not, then just leave me the hell alone!" Omi said. His anger was now filling his voice. "Stop touching me! Stop following me! Just leave me alone!"

"Ah," Nagi said with a smirk. "Is kitty getting mad?" the smaller assassin gave a small laugh before continuing. "Stop touching you? Are you sure that's what you want? I know the truth, I have seen it all before." His smirk grew at Omi's look of total disbelief. "I am sure that I know more about your feelings than even you do."

"What are you talking about?" Omi asked, all but the barest hit of anger gone from his tone. He sounded as lost as Kris had minutes before.

"What I mean," Nagi said with a knowing smile. "Is that you want me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The blond asked his darker counter.

"I am talking about they way that you look at me. I am talking about the heat you feel every time you think I might be looking at you the same." the elfin boy replied.

/What is he saying?/ Omi asked himself. /Does he mean I'm gay?/ After considering it for a moment, the bright little blond assassin came to an conclusion. /Ok, I'm gay. How the hell does he know? Is this one of the Swartz mind games?/ "This is one of your sick games isn't it?"

"No, it's not." Nagi stated flatly, in a voice that held no feelings. "You know it's true, that you have always felt this way."

"Why are you telling me this?" Omi asked. He had decided that he asked the looks he received for one word questions.

"Because, I feel the same." His tone gave nothing away.

Omi's head started to spin. Had Nagi just said that he felt the same? /Does that mean he likes me too?/ "Does that mean..." he started, but then he felt like he was falling. Then there was that instant pain in the back of his head.

~*X*~

The next thing that filtered through Omi's haze of unconsciousness was the feeling of being lifted. He opened an eye to see a very battered looking Nagi. "What happened?" Omi asked in a shaky voice.

Nagi looked kinda shocked, but answered none the less. "The boy's from earlier decided they wanted another shot at me."

"Please tell me you didn't hurt them." Omi asked as he floated to the grown.

"I knocked them out. They won't remember anything, but other than that they should all be fine." Nagi said flatly.

"Are you ok?" asked the older assassin, concern filling his eyes, as he sat up.

"Don't sit up." Nagi admonished, pushing Omi back down. "I'm fine. I'm not the one that got hit in the head with a lead pipe."

"A lead pipe?" Omi asked. He was obviously quite shocked. Nagi just pointed. One the side of the hall, there was a two foot long, inch and a half thick piece of pipe. "Oh gods! I didn't think they would actually use a pipe ! I have heard them threatening people with it, but to really use it?" Omi shook his head. /That was a bad idea./ he thought as pain stabbed a new. After fighting with Nagi and managing to fall a few times, Omi finally got to hi feet. They then made their way towards the nurses office.

~*X*~

/Gods! He is so~ beautiful./ Omi thought to himself. The nurse had made him lay down and not fall to sleep. Meanwhile, she had order Nagi out of his shirt and was now peering at the rising blue stops. "What happened?" She asked looking into Nagi's midnight eyes.

"We got into a small fight." Nagi answered coolly.

"I can see that." the woman replied flatly."What I meant was, how did you get the bruises? The old ones?"

"I was in a different fight."

"If you don't tell me, I can't help." she said.

/Oh gods! It's not like he can just say, 'I got them when I was tiring to kill some one.'/ "Um... Nurse, he is telling the truth. We had a fight a few days ago." Omi voiced.

"Why were the two of you fighting?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um... Well the fight today was because I helped Nagi this morning an the other side wasn't happy to let it go." Omi said, telling the truth.

"And what about the other fight?"

"It was because he said that my roommate looks like a girl." Nagi blurted out. Omi just stared at him in disbelief.

"Fine! Get out!" the nurse said, not seeing the look on Omi's face.

Once they were out of ear shot, Omi turned on Nagi. "The reason we were in a fight was because I said your roommate looked like a girl?" Omi said cynically. "Thanks for making us both sound like idiots."

"I'm sorry." Nagi said looking a his feet. /Oh! He is so adorable!/ "Thanks for covering for me."

"Well what was I suppose to do?" Omi asked. "If they find out about you, at some point they would find out about me. Anyway, we're friends right?"

Nagi looked up and smiled. "At school we can be anyway." After a few seconds of just generally looking at each other, Omi realized that they were yet again, alone in a hallway. A quick cheek of his watch told him that they were skipping their last class. /Oh shit!/ their's was one of those annoying schools that would call home if you missed a class. Aya wasn't going to like this.

"Um, do you want to..." Omi started to ask, until he realized that they were standing in front of the school. "go somewhere?" he finished weakly.

"Ok, where did you have in mind?" the raven haired youth asked.

"Oh, I don't know." the blond replied. "We could go get a snack."

"Ok," the smaller assassin replied hesitantly. /He doesn't look like he eats much. Omi thought. "Um, Omi? What happens if someone sees us?"

"Well, I think that if we explain things, my team at least, will understand." Omi said with a smile.

"Oh," was all Nagi said as he lead the way to a little coffee shop he had seen that morning from the bus.

"What is it Nagi-kun?" Omi asked.

"I was wondering what you had been planing to ask this morning?" Nagi asked softly as they came to the doors of the shop. A quick scan told the younger boy that neither the precog of telepath were inside and he entered.

After they were seated and had placed their orders, Omi asked tentatively, "What?"

"The question you were going to ask before you got hit in the head by that bastard." Nagi replied.

"Oh," Omi said. /I didn't really want to ask.../ "It was nothing."

"Really?" Nagi asked with a smirk. "You looked like you might have cried. I just assumed that the question would have been important."

Omi tried to stop the blush that was rising to darken his cheeks. Having failed that, he tried to hid it. Nagi's smirk grew into a full blown grin as he watched the show. "Shut up." Omi said when he saw the other's smug face. /Gods he has a great smile./ If anything Nagi's smile widened at his commit. Finally finding his voice again, Omi said, without thinking, "You have a really nice smile. You should show it more often."

That is when the world turned upside down. The only indication that anything was going to happen was a flash of white. Then suddenly an insane Irishman was standing in front of their table. /What the hell?/ Omi thought after se4eing the one eyed physco. / Is he going to kill me? Is the whole dame universe trying to keep me from asking my question?/

"Farfarello!" the midnight eyed assassin exclaimed. "What are you doing here? How did you get out of your straight jacket?" Nagi sounded more shocked than concerned.

"Crawford had a vision lad." The taller man said in heavily accented English.

Nagi's eyes darkened, "Thank you," he said to Farfie. "but why are you telling me?"

Having expected this question, Farf answered without hesitation. "Because you deserve to be happy. If for no other reason than it will hurt Him."

Omi got the distinct impression that this was one of the few times that the older teen wasn't talking about god. "He has no right to do this!" Nagi said. "He has no right!" he echoed again, this time louder.

The trio was receiving odd looks from the other people in the shop. Omi thought he was good at reading people, but for the life off him he couldn't figure out what the dark teen in front of him was feeling. "Are you ok Nagi-kun?" Omi asked.

"No, but I will be." he replied as he stood. "I will be."

~TBC~

I had most of this typed Friday, but I went to a friends house and couldn't finish it till this morning. Please review!!! I will luff you forever and ever if you do! ~Brad