As Yet Untitled
By Craw/Brad
Disclaimer: I still don't own Weiss! So much for wishes coming true. Then again, It may be better for them that I don't own them. Hehehe, Omi crying hurts God!
Chapter 4 ~ Omi?
Omi sat on the floor in a corner of the living room with his arms around his legs and his knees pulled in to his chest, when Ken found him. "Omi?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine, Kenken." the younger boy said, looking up. Plastered to his face was the ever present Large Grin of Ultra Happiness (TM).
"No you aren't." Ken stated flatly. "You never have been, have you?" he asked, showing a level of intelligence that he never had before.
"Ken-kun...... When did you get so observant?" Omi asked with a sigh. "I am fine. I'm always fine. I bounce back. Remember?"
"Of course." Ken answered. He walked over to where Omi was on the floor and pulled him up into a hug. He then proceeded to pull him onto the couch, never letting go.
"So? What have you been up to?" he asked while totally ignoring all previous statements. "You look great by the way."
"Oh?" Omi asked, looking down to see the outfit that he had spent so much time planning.
"Thanks. I am a student now. Or I should say still." The smaller man said with a sigh. "You?"
"Oh, same old same old. I still work in the shop and play soccer with the kids." The claw wielding assassin answered.
"Not much has changed for me."
"What happened" Omi asked.
"To what?"
"Weiss."
"Oh. Well after Esset fell, we were just a group of assassins.You were here, you know what it was like. We were only here because it was all we had. Then you left, after that every thing changed. Aya found out that we had told you what we saw. That didn't make matters any better. Him and Yohji would get into it all the time. After a while, we forgot why we were even here. Yohji was the next to leave. Then we fell apart. Aya had his sister, so why should he stay?" As he said this statement, he sighed.
"That just left me. Ha! I could barely survive the fangirls when all three of you were here! They almost killed me. Thats when they gave me this team to train." Ken finished.
"I'm sorry, Kenken." Omi said in a whisper.
"Don't be, you should never have been an assassin to begin with. You had no reason to stay."
"Don't say that! I had you and Yohji! This whole thing is all my fault. I knew that things would change, but I had no idea that a heartless killer like me could make such a difference." Omi said tears starting to fill his eyes.
"Omi? Heartless killer?" Ken said in surprise. "You must be kidding!"he exclaimed. "You had more heart that the rest of us combined."
"Kenken, what are you talking about? I killed my brothers, my father, even my sisters death was my fault. I killed my family without a second thought!" He cried. Ken was about to answer when they were intruded on by the opening of Saiyuki (A/N: I love that song!) from one of Omi's many pockets.
"Hello?" Omi asked, whipping out his cell phone, and wiping away the tears that had been threatening to overflow.
"Where are you?" asked the very angry voice of his American room mate from the other end.
"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" Omi said sincerely into the phone. "I ran into some old friends, and we ....... went out." He hated lying to his friend, but what was he suppose to say?
"Well, I guess that I can't blame you. Your date is boring as hell." she said to Omi. In the back ground, you could her her saying "Stop glaring at me! Damn it!"
"Date?" Omi asked himself quietly. He had forgotten all about the redhead. Light blab! "Hey, Kate, my dear friend, Could you please put him on the phone? I want to invite him to join us."
"OK..." Kate said, leaving the 'it's your choice, but its wrong' unsaid. Omi could hear the phone being given to someone else, and Kate saying "He wants to talk to you."
"Yes?"came Aya's voice.
"I'm at the Kitty." Omi said flatly.
"So?" Aya asked. Meaning 'And I care why?'
"An old friend needs your help." he said with no emotion, before he hung up. He was probably one of the few people that had ever hung up on Aya and had lived to tell the tale.
Unobserved by the two people sitting on the couch, a figure that had been standing in the shadows, slipped out of the room.
~(twenty minutes later)~
Omi and Ken had moved to the kitchen and sat in silence. Until Ken finally asked "He isn't coming, is he?" Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Well, it's nice to see that his timing is still good." Ken stated as he opened the door to admit Aya.
"What?" the tall redhead demanded of Omi.
"Come." was all that the small blonde had said as he got up and made his way to the mission room. Aya and Ken followed him obediently.
"Now what?" came Ty's disgruntled voice as Omi started down the stairs.
"Manx, will you please inform Abyssinian of the mission?" Omi asked as he walked pass Ty and picked up the file from where it was laid out on the table in front of him and Scott.
"Of course, Bombay." she said as she directed Aya to a corner of the room.
"Kenken, Is there a computer that I can use?" Omi asked the dark haired assassin.
"Of course." The older man replied, "But it is in Daren's room."
"OK." On a thought, he turned around and asked Ken, "Which room is that?"
"The only other room that it would fit in of course, yours." At that Omi had to smile.
"Hold On!" Ty yelled. "This is my team, This is my mission!"
"Listen, and listen good." Omi said in a very un-Omi-like manner. "This is a job for grown ups. Go play with your toys"
"How dare you talk to me in that manner! I am the leader of a team of assassins! And on top of that I am at least four years older that you!"
"Don't start something that you can't finish, Ty." Came Ken's voice from over Omi's shoulder. "Omi is the best at what he does."
"This is a job for a cat with teeth and claws. Not one for a kitten that wants to show off." Omi stated flatly before turning and leaving the other man staring.
~TBC~
I want to give mad love to my beta, Cleo. I would also like to say that I am very upset that I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter. Honestly, I wirte becaues I enjoy it, but I hate typing! If noe one is going to read this, I might as well leave it in my note book. So, for my sanity, please review! ~Brad