Disclaimer: ditto to the previous disclaimer.
A/N: wow!! Finally up! Well, enjoy. The plot thickens!
Thanks to my Beta, Chelle, for seeing through this for me(
====== Chapter 4
- Todai- ======
The two months before he started studying again had been pretty enjoyable; playing on this computer, chatting in chat rooms and hanging out with Nagi. No silly fan girls screaming over him, no carrying around heavy pots and soil, and most of all, no more missions. 'Ah... the wonder of it all.'
Sometimes, Omi would still check in on Kritiker to see if they're looking for him. They are, alright. He was worried when only 2 days after his disappearance, his name appeared on the most wanted list. They stated: 'Tsukiyono Omi is a highly skilled assassin, well-trained hacker and is a very dangerous person. It is crucial that he is captured.' Under that link was a whole list of his skills and talents as well as school information and the like. It was ridiculous!
When he read his file, he nearly snorted rudely into the bowl of ramen he had been eating for lunch. 'Although this man does not have any birth records, he does exist and is a menace to society. Status: mission assigned to Weiß.'
"A menace to society eh? I bet we are, hunting the dark beasts. So often we seem to forget that those 'beasts' are members of the society." Omi muttered, laying down his chopsticks and getting up to get a tissue.
However, he also noticed another mission assigned to Weiß. Usually they would not have more than 1 mission at a time, but Manx clearly did not want another team to hunt Bombay. "Personal reasons." The other mission was not so much actually 'hunting' the beast, but more to research. He clicked on whatever information Kritiker had.
There had been mysterious killing recently at Todai, The University of Tokyo. Several victims have been found on the campus, 24 hours after they disappeared. Then several pictures popped out. The pictures were grotesque at best, the blood and gore twisted his insides. All victims were found in a nicely decorated crate with a picture of a clown and various circus animals. The victim would be laid in the crate, eyes open and bloodshot, the body clothed in purple robes, blood carefully bottled an intestine wrapped around the neck as if it were a wreath, and genitals stuffed his mouth. The autopsy revealed that the victims died not by loss of blood or anything like that... they died of suffocation. It seemed that Mr. Clown killed his victims before cutting their entrails out.
All the victims were between the ages of 18 to 24, all were young men who were pretty in appearance and were infinitely pale. Their hair always seemed to be in the most outrageous colors condemned by most people. Nothing was known about the murderer.
Omi had been pretty freak out. He immediately closed the window and turned his laptop off. That was weeks ago.
The next day was going to be his first day in the university, and he was excited about it. His hair was, unfortunately, still pink. And the contacts were worn on most days. It wasn't that bad really. Jumping onto the mattress with cute little Bombay kittens imprinted on white background, Omi scowled darkly at the real Bombay kitten he had adopted. It scowled back at it owner, that bounced onto the bed. The Bombay, named 'Bombay', was VERY unhappy at being confined to the bedroom, but its owner refused to let it roam around the mess of hard disk and CDs scatted around the living room. As a result, the smell of kitten litter perfumed Omi's bedroom.
Bombay was another present from Nagi, his new-found friend... and perhaps something more. 'The kitten was all HIS idea!' and the terribly original name was also chosen by the Schwarz telekinetic. But now, the incorrigible THING would not respond to anything else. Omi was really pissed. Not so much as pissed, he was annoyed.
"Oi, Midnight." Called Omi. He wanted to change its name, but it refused to have its name changed. Bombay yawned and rested on its paws. The pink-haired boy sighed.
"Bombay..." he tried again. The kitten raised its head and looked at it owner lazily. Omi scowled again and held the kitten by the scruff of its neck. It snorted the way only a human can and looked away defiantly. Dumping the cat on his bed, Omi walked out of his room and closed the door behind him. Apart from the coffee table in the living room, Omi had bought another table. It held a couple of reference books for his subjects and a Browning Baby. The gun was loaded with silver bullets with tranquilizer. Omi had it custom made, illegally of course.
It was already late afternoon, and Omi was not happy. He had an appointment with a hairdresser to dye his hair brown or some other colour, but suddenly, the guy had to go for a relative's birthday party. So, it was too bad for him. Although the hairdresser had expressed sincere apologies that the party was very important, Omi was still pissed. But being pissed was not going to prevent him from getting things done. He had classes tomorrow and no way was he going to appear like some sort of moron.
He pulled on a jacket and headed outside to get a hairdresser who will dye his hair brown.
One hour later, Omi was VERY pissed. It seemed like some sort of ploy. ALL the hairdressers were busy. It was only what? 8 o'clock? But then he reminded himself. It WAS Tokyo, and hairdressers DO close that early. It would have to be tomorrow, then. Not one day later.
He sighed and called the Schwarz telekinetic that was the source of all his discomfort. Gee... PINK hair! People would think that he's some kind of girl or punk. Argh!!
"ne, Nagi. I'm going to school tomorrow."
"And so? I'm going to school tomorrow too."
"Yeah, you're going to school. But not with PINK hair."
"It's pink-brown. And I think it looks lovely on you, darling..." came the misty reply. It sounded as if Nagi weren't paying attention to the conversation. Omi cringed. He hated the way Nagi always used some sort of 'dear/darling/love' et cetera to address him.
"Whatever, my hairdresser stood up on me. I want you to get my hair back to its original colour."
"No way. You'll get caught by Weiß." Nagi told him matter-of-factly.
"My eyes can stay brown." Omi muttered. He loved his hair, and he loved his eyes. I mean, like, how many people in Tokyo are natural blue- eyes? But on the other hand, Nagi loved him, and he loved Nagi. Life's so confusing. 'C'mon. Priorities, boy.'
"Yes they can, but your hair stays pink-brown." he said pointedly. But the tone sounded pretty distracted. What was up with him???
"Nagi, I'll put that aside for a while. You sound awfully distracted today. What's up?" Omi asked.
"I've got to hand in this paper tomorrow. It's a major exam."
"Oh, sorry... I won't bother you then. Handing it tomorrow?"
"Uh, no. this is the first draft. Deadline's next week." ... Omi shuddered involuntarily. Seriously, Japanese teachers DO NOT know their limits. He thought back to the days he still had to rush last minute homework after completing a mission AND after a day of working in the Koneko.
"You want to use Todai's Library? I think I can sneak you in."
"... uh huh."
"Tuesday, 3pm k? I need to check where the place is before I can bring you there."
"Ok. See ya then," Nagi put down the phone abruptly. Cranky Omi could understand. He was like that too, especially during examination period. But still, he felt a little hurt that Nagi had ignored him and brushed him aside that that. He craved the feeling that Nagi gave him. He craved for the attention Nagi showered on him. He loved the light flirting that Nagi did. He liked the gifts that Nagi gave him, annoying as they were. Being suddenly brushed aside like he did not matter hurt him. But he would ignore it like he always did. Nagi was a friend.
Or do the emotions run a lot deeper? Was it just simple friendship? Omi could not know. He would know when the time came. Nagi never expressed anything more than suggestive flirting, and he knew for a fact that Nagi was gay. He was not. Wasn't he? Omi had always regarded himself as straight; he had never been attracted to boys. He knew he liked girls. His time with Ouka had taught him that. If only she weren't his sister, if only she weren't killed. Yes, he was straight.
But Nagi was different. It was those midnight eyes; a child-like nature that was hidden behind the cold-mask. His soiled soul was much like his own. Cherub lips were most often in a soft pout. Cute. Nagi was good looking. That was a fact. Gee, "all the good looking people are all married, attached, lesbian, or male." It would not do.
A/N: wow!! Finally up! Well, enjoy. The plot thickens!
Thanks to my Beta, Chelle, for seeing through this for me(
====== Chapter 4
- Todai- ======
The two months before he started studying again had been pretty enjoyable; playing on this computer, chatting in chat rooms and hanging out with Nagi. No silly fan girls screaming over him, no carrying around heavy pots and soil, and most of all, no more missions. 'Ah... the wonder of it all.'
Sometimes, Omi would still check in on Kritiker to see if they're looking for him. They are, alright. He was worried when only 2 days after his disappearance, his name appeared on the most wanted list. They stated: 'Tsukiyono Omi is a highly skilled assassin, well-trained hacker and is a very dangerous person. It is crucial that he is captured.' Under that link was a whole list of his skills and talents as well as school information and the like. It was ridiculous!
When he read his file, he nearly snorted rudely into the bowl of ramen he had been eating for lunch. 'Although this man does not have any birth records, he does exist and is a menace to society. Status: mission assigned to Weiß.'
"A menace to society eh? I bet we are, hunting the dark beasts. So often we seem to forget that those 'beasts' are members of the society." Omi muttered, laying down his chopsticks and getting up to get a tissue.
However, he also noticed another mission assigned to Weiß. Usually they would not have more than 1 mission at a time, but Manx clearly did not want another team to hunt Bombay. "Personal reasons." The other mission was not so much actually 'hunting' the beast, but more to research. He clicked on whatever information Kritiker had.
There had been mysterious killing recently at Todai, The University of Tokyo. Several victims have been found on the campus, 24 hours after they disappeared. Then several pictures popped out. The pictures were grotesque at best, the blood and gore twisted his insides. All victims were found in a nicely decorated crate with a picture of a clown and various circus animals. The victim would be laid in the crate, eyes open and bloodshot, the body clothed in purple robes, blood carefully bottled an intestine wrapped around the neck as if it were a wreath, and genitals stuffed his mouth. The autopsy revealed that the victims died not by loss of blood or anything like that... they died of suffocation. It seemed that Mr. Clown killed his victims before cutting their entrails out.
All the victims were between the ages of 18 to 24, all were young men who were pretty in appearance and were infinitely pale. Their hair always seemed to be in the most outrageous colors condemned by most people. Nothing was known about the murderer.
Omi had been pretty freak out. He immediately closed the window and turned his laptop off. That was weeks ago.
The next day was going to be his first day in the university, and he was excited about it. His hair was, unfortunately, still pink. And the contacts were worn on most days. It wasn't that bad really. Jumping onto the mattress with cute little Bombay kittens imprinted on white background, Omi scowled darkly at the real Bombay kitten he had adopted. It scowled back at it owner, that bounced onto the bed. The Bombay, named 'Bombay', was VERY unhappy at being confined to the bedroom, but its owner refused to let it roam around the mess of hard disk and CDs scatted around the living room. As a result, the smell of kitten litter perfumed Omi's bedroom.
Bombay was another present from Nagi, his new-found friend... and perhaps something more. 'The kitten was all HIS idea!' and the terribly original name was also chosen by the Schwarz telekinetic. But now, the incorrigible THING would not respond to anything else. Omi was really pissed. Not so much as pissed, he was annoyed.
"Oi, Midnight." Called Omi. He wanted to change its name, but it refused to have its name changed. Bombay yawned and rested on its paws. The pink-haired boy sighed.
"Bombay..." he tried again. The kitten raised its head and looked at it owner lazily. Omi scowled again and held the kitten by the scruff of its neck. It snorted the way only a human can and looked away defiantly. Dumping the cat on his bed, Omi walked out of his room and closed the door behind him. Apart from the coffee table in the living room, Omi had bought another table. It held a couple of reference books for his subjects and a Browning Baby. The gun was loaded with silver bullets with tranquilizer. Omi had it custom made, illegally of course.
It was already late afternoon, and Omi was not happy. He had an appointment with a hairdresser to dye his hair brown or some other colour, but suddenly, the guy had to go for a relative's birthday party. So, it was too bad for him. Although the hairdresser had expressed sincere apologies that the party was very important, Omi was still pissed. But being pissed was not going to prevent him from getting things done. He had classes tomorrow and no way was he going to appear like some sort of moron.
He pulled on a jacket and headed outside to get a hairdresser who will dye his hair brown.
One hour later, Omi was VERY pissed. It seemed like some sort of ploy. ALL the hairdressers were busy. It was only what? 8 o'clock? But then he reminded himself. It WAS Tokyo, and hairdressers DO close that early. It would have to be tomorrow, then. Not one day later.
He sighed and called the Schwarz telekinetic that was the source of all his discomfort. Gee... PINK hair! People would think that he's some kind of girl or punk. Argh!!
"ne, Nagi. I'm going to school tomorrow."
"And so? I'm going to school tomorrow too."
"Yeah, you're going to school. But not with PINK hair."
"It's pink-brown. And I think it looks lovely on you, darling..." came the misty reply. It sounded as if Nagi weren't paying attention to the conversation. Omi cringed. He hated the way Nagi always used some sort of 'dear/darling/love' et cetera to address him.
"Whatever, my hairdresser stood up on me. I want you to get my hair back to its original colour."
"No way. You'll get caught by Weiß." Nagi told him matter-of-factly.
"My eyes can stay brown." Omi muttered. He loved his hair, and he loved his eyes. I mean, like, how many people in Tokyo are natural blue- eyes? But on the other hand, Nagi loved him, and he loved Nagi. Life's so confusing. 'C'mon. Priorities, boy.'
"Yes they can, but your hair stays pink-brown." he said pointedly. But the tone sounded pretty distracted. What was up with him???
"Nagi, I'll put that aside for a while. You sound awfully distracted today. What's up?" Omi asked.
"I've got to hand in this paper tomorrow. It's a major exam."
"Oh, sorry... I won't bother you then. Handing it tomorrow?"
"Uh, no. this is the first draft. Deadline's next week." ... Omi shuddered involuntarily. Seriously, Japanese teachers DO NOT know their limits. He thought back to the days he still had to rush last minute homework after completing a mission AND after a day of working in the Koneko.
"You want to use Todai's Library? I think I can sneak you in."
"... uh huh."
"Tuesday, 3pm k? I need to check where the place is before I can bring you there."
"Ok. See ya then," Nagi put down the phone abruptly. Cranky Omi could understand. He was like that too, especially during examination period. But still, he felt a little hurt that Nagi had ignored him and brushed him aside that that. He craved the feeling that Nagi gave him. He craved for the attention Nagi showered on him. He loved the light flirting that Nagi did. He liked the gifts that Nagi gave him, annoying as they were. Being suddenly brushed aside like he did not matter hurt him. But he would ignore it like he always did. Nagi was a friend.
Or do the emotions run a lot deeper? Was it just simple friendship? Omi could not know. He would know when the time came. Nagi never expressed anything more than suggestive flirting, and he knew for a fact that Nagi was gay. He was not. Wasn't he? Omi had always regarded himself as straight; he had never been attracted to boys. He knew he liked girls. His time with Ouka had taught him that. If only she weren't his sister, if only she weren't killed. Yes, he was straight.
But Nagi was different. It was those midnight eyes; a child-like nature that was hidden behind the cold-mask. His soiled soul was much like his own. Cherub lips were most often in a soft pout. Cute. Nagi was good looking. That was a fact. Gee, "all the good looking people are all married, attached, lesbian, or male." It would not do.