Disclaimers : Sniff... Why? Oh why can't I own Weiss Kreuz? Just for one day,
an hour, a minute... Pweez!!! Alright, alright! I don't own it and never
will. *goes of pouting*.
Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused... welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder... All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XIII
Sin Is the Kitten Who Weeps II
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a warning. I have posted this chapter without reading it twice because I want to update the story the fastest way possible. I hope you don't mind too much and the more-or-less corrected version should follow within the week! Thanks for reading!
Black-Mirror
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// There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusion
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without the sense of confidence
And I'm convinced
That there's too much pressure to Take care, I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real //
Crawling / Linkin Park
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"Pour le Seigneur, le sacrifice
c'est la vérité et le justice"
Behind me, Aya made a surprising comment:
"For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice."
I turned to glare at him in the eye. What did he just say? Did that mean he agreed with this psycho guy who wanted to hand over Omi as a sacrifice?
"Aya?"
Aya lifted his head. I was shocked when I noticed that tears were forming in his eyes. Nothing drastic, of course, and they never passed the edge of his eyes, but still. You cannot mix up Aya and tears together, that just doesn't work. My android theory was slowly going down the drain.
"That's what he said" Aya exclaimed, his eyes meeting mine. "For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice"
Unconsciously, I turned back to the television. I found myself wishing in vain that this entire Omi-being-kidnapped-experience was just a sick and twisted dream due to the fact that I'd probably eaten too much before going to sleep a few days ago, but I knew it wasn't. I knew I wouldn't wake up and smile at the sun through the blinds. I knew everything was real. It still intrigues me how the human mind always tries to avoid situations by making you doubt its reality.
Staring straight in front of me, trying not to discern anything the television screen displayed and failing entirely, I found myself gazing into Omi's wide eyes. Pearl tears still hung from their brims as the pupils dilated and contracted at a sickening pace. It seemed as though their spasms imitated his heart beats. The beautiful azure colored irises were now coated with unshed tears. Omi still fought to remain sane and 'trustworthy'.
If it were at all possible, the boy's eyes widened anew when Raven's face slowly approached his.
"Love and pain become one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child (1)" the black-clad psychotic maniac mocked.
Shivers ran down my spine as a bony hand reached forth to press against the gaping holes in the blond boy's hands. A small amount of blood gushed out, splatters hitting the ruby puddles below. I remember sighing inwardly at that. No main vein must have been hit since the blood didn't flow fast enough. That could, in someway, be considered as a relief and I embraced the thought.
My relief was briefly followed by Raven's murderous words.
"You should consider yourself as being a very fortunate boy. You have the wounds of the stigmata. Very fortunate, yes?"
Omi closed his eyes and refused to speak. I wondered for a moment if this meant that the psychotic kidnapper would stop his torturing at that, but I went against that idea as a disappointed frown formed itself on Raven's skeletal features.
"No?" he asked. "You do not deem yourself as lucky? What a shame. Nothing can please you youngsters anymore. 'Tis such a tragedy."
Involuntarily, my hand reached for my lips. My teeth nibbled at the soft skin at the tip of my thumb. I tried to keep my mind occupied as I watched the stream of images play on the television screen as if they were part of a gory, never-to-be-popular horror movie. I thought about this stigmata idea for a while. This guy was hooked on religion, it seemed, but I set that notion aside and wondered some more. Stigmata. . . weren't there five of those? The nails through the hands and the feet, the whip, the spear and. . . I seemed to be missing one. I just couldn't remember.
"Ken?" a voice called. I barely noticed it. It seemed far away, heard through a wall, m a whisper.
Again, it tried to get my attention:
"Ken-"
This time, a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I turned to gaze into two glaring purple eyes. They seemed to carry some kind of hidden emotion and the first idea to pass through my mind was concern, but I knew it could never be. Aya was not one to show concern. I knew very well that he did, on some level, care for all of us, but he would never express it so. I guess I was kind of out of it anyways.
"You're pale. Go get some sleep. I'll tell you everything you need to know later."
There was no way I was going to miss this tape again.
Mesmerized by his words and 'worry', I slightly shook my head and he backed off. That's one thing you can count on Aya for: if you clearly state that you can do something, even if he believes otherwise, he will follow your judgment –that is, unless it has something to do with a mission.
I turned back to the screen only to notice that Raven had acquired a pair of scissor from I don't know where and I couldn't even start imagining what he would do with those. Slowly, with a sly smile playing about his lips, he moved towards Omi's feet. The blond boy couldn't protest since his ankles were still tied to the cross. I wondered why he hadn't moved at all ever since his arms had been freed of the offending nails.
Scissors in hand, the psychotic black-haired man directed himself closer to Omi's still prone form. From the position the camera had taken, we could no longer see the boy's face, only his legs and his uncovered stomach moving up and down at a spasmodic pace.
I was greatly relieved when I discovered that the shard object was used solely for the purpose of removing the rope that held Omi's legs firmly attached to the cross.
"I can't have you lying on your back forever, now can I?" was Raven's only explanation.
As soon as the razor-sharp scissors cut through the rope, the seventeen- year-old hit the floor. The cross had been laid out on a table from which he rolled off. He remained on all fours, facing the ground, for quite a while before Raven gripped a fistful of his barley-colored hair and harshly brought his head up.
"Aren't you precious" he snarled.
I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was finally off the cross. That. . . that wretched object that had kept him powerless to all attacks was finally laying alone. Relief flooded through me as I saw Omi cough to keep his breathing regular. It seemed like a great weight had been lifted of my shoulders. Now, our team-member would be able to put all of his apprenticeship in the arts of being an assassin to work. He would be able to fight back and get the hell out of there.
He was still frightened beyond belief -which was very comprehensible, I knew he would be capable of finding a way out of that goddamn area and he would shortly be home. Maybe was he already on his way. Hey, it's wishful thinking so just leave me be!
"Precious, precious little flower. Where are your friends now?"
Omi's eye swelled up with tears at our mention. Did he think we weren't looking for him? Surely not! He knew how much we cared. God! Omi I lo- . . . alright, still not ready for that one.
"Do you still think they will come? Do you dare hope?"
Azure eyes glared at their opponent's, filled with assurance and pride. You could tell by that simple exchange that Omi wasn't beaten down yet, but why wasn't he fighting back. I knew he could easily overpower this twiggy lunatic even without weapons. I knew it!
Unconsciously, the same thought escaped my mouth:
"Way doesn't he fight back?"
It was merely a whisper, but Aya seems to possess the perfect hearing. He answered my unwilled question.
"He can't fight back. He's been stuck in the same position for four days now. His muscles must be so sore that he can't even move an inch."
Well, that's one option I hadn't considered. That guy had purposely left Omi on the cross that long to make sure he wouldn't be able to retaliate when he would untie him. The boy was about as defenseless as a newborn infant.
I thought back at Aya's words. Four days? Had it really only been four days ago that Omi was kidnapped? The failed mission was merely five days ago? It seemed like two weeks, maybe a week and a half, but four days. I couldn't get myself to believe it. I simply couldn't. My mind would not accept the fact.
"It may take a while for him to be able to even walk."
No kidding!
Raven's cavernous voice interrupted my thinking:
"Now listen to me and listen carefully: you are lost and you can never go home (2)."
He repeated the same sentence anew, yelling it to Omi's ears:
"You are lost and you can never go home!"
With that, he seized better hold of the sandy-blond hair and, with a force I would never have thought he possessed, he banged Omi's head on the hard cement ground. A feint scream escaped his lips, but no more. I could feel Omi's pain in my own forehead as I watched his head bounce of the ground and fall anew, resting on the cold surface, his eyes shut thigh.
After a few seconds, I figured that Omi had escaped Raven by accepting the dark and soothing oblivion of unconsciousness.
Raven stood beside Omi's battered body, staring at the ground intently. His blood soiled fingers reached his lips and he licked their tips with his long tongue, apparently savoring its taste. As his hands dropped to his sides, his face turned to the camera and he said:
"Such a precious little boy."
Everything went black.
No! I did not fall unconscious! The TV screen went black. . . the tape ended.
I waited a little, hoping it would turn back on. Hoping to get more clues, but it never did. The screen was now polka-doted with gray spots that flickered from one side of the screen to the other. I realized that I wasn't even able to get up when Aya moved forward to close the television screen and VCR. I sat on the couch at the edge of the cushion, my nails unknowingly digging in my palms.
The glowing green lights on the VCR wrote 6:16 AM.
"Ken, I relieve you of your duties for the evening. I'll take your shift and you take mine this afternoon."
I felt like saying that I could very well open the shop on my own, but I couldn't seem to be able to even open my mouth and my head involuntarily nodded.
"You will both rest and look for clues on the computer in the mean while."
Again I nodded. I opened my hands and glared at them. The small marks indicating where my nails had dug in my palms were as red as hot coal -thin lines momentarily disfiguring my sinful hands. I watched as they gradually faded and disappeared.
I then gazed at the glowing numbers on the VCR and intently surveyed as the minutes passed. One minute, two minutes, three minutes. . . and so on. At one point, I was gazing right through them and didn't notice them at all. I didn't see anything.
When my mind finally found its way back to earth, Aya had left the small living room and probably opened the shop. It was 7:36 AM and I was wasting time.
I decided to head back to my room and work on Omi's computer. I probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. Every time I thought about him, I received mixed images in my mind: Omi being tortured or making love to me. Trust me, it isn't the least bit amusing.
Just as I got up, I noticed a small paper on the coffee table. I remembered its shape from somewhere and soon recalled that it used to be attached to the tape.
I picked it up and read it for the second time: Sin is the kitten who weeps. An iron grip clasped around my heart and squeezed. My hands reached up to my chest and the paper fell to the ground. I fell back on the couch and attempted to calm my breathing. This thing was really getting to me. It went to the extent of toying with my health and I knew very well why: I was in love with Omi.
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-end of chapter 13
(1) This sentence was taking from the song Hell is for Children by Pat Benatar. I borrowed ^__^; !!!
(2) Never listen to 'The Lord of the Rings' soundtrack while writing. That's the kind of sentence you'll end up with. O_
Author's note: I'm sorry! I know it took forever for me to update this but please don't kill me. Puh-leez!!! I'm begging you. . . I want to live. ^___^;;;
Alright, now that that's cleared away, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's really really really short –my shortest chapter up to know, but I'm fighting a mental block. I had no clue what to write in this chapter and, though that is not a good excuse for not writing for FOUR MONTHS, it's true. Must be because it's chapter ~13~
I still don't know what I'm going to do in the next chapter. Well, I do a little, but not completely. Drats. . .
Anyhow, I really hope you enjoyed, there wasn't that much torture in this chapie because I guess I made your stomachs turn enough in that last one.
Well, scroll down to your individual messages:
Amy: Haven't talked to you in a while, have I? Well, I never go on MSN anymore. I guess I got bored of it and my computer is so old that it takes an eternity before it can even open it up so I simply gave up on it. Well, in that last review you seemed to be in a wonderful health (insert sarcasm). Geez, I'm lucky I never had any accidents of the sort *knocks on wood*. I really hope your felling better. You usually should after FOUR MONTHS. I'm sorry I let you down for so long. I just don't know what to do with this story anymore. Well, actually I do, but I don't know how to write it. I have quite a few ideas, but I can't put them on paper which is kind of a great problem.
Anyways, I'll stop bothering you know and hope that you liked it.
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Anime Cat: Well, I didn't write faster but the stupid tape is finished O_. . . right? Hihi, I hope you enjoyed my very short chapter and I hope that you will review. . . I really do!
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Riisha: Alright! I'm Ba~ack (just like Jack Nicholson, or was it really him who said that?). . . don't ask. Yeah, a little itsy bitsy bit of KxO! Well, Ken admitted his feelings. A little too promptly for my taste, but who's asking for my advice.
I wont write to long because I really want to try and get this story out before the day ends, so I'll sum this up by saying that I thank you greatly for reviewing oh! Mighty one and hope you continue doing so in the very near future. Pretty please!
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Princess Ikumi-chan: Ha! (victory scream) I have conquered the writer's block and come to you with a new chapter *becomes very very small* that I really hope you liked. . . I know it's short but *victory scream) I have conquered the writer's block *becomes very very small* or almost.
Well, keep reviewing please and I'm sorry it took me so long. I really am. It shouldn't happen again.
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Kakarots-Frying-Pan: *stands proudly* I walk the path of ingenious creative writing!!! Hahaha!!! . . . or maybe not. I don't know about that one yet, but I sure am proud you pointed it out. Yup yup! Proud be me and me be proud.
Well, I hope you enjoyed and that you R&R ^_^
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Blade: Exciting, huh? Oh, thank you! The suspense will kill everybody, or maybe not. . . But it will make them anxious and terrorized, or maybe not. It'll make them wait? Yes! I hope you enjoyed the not so torture ending of the tape and hope you review.
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Yami-kitsune: I think you're the only person who said that the last chapter made your day much better. I'm soooooo happy it did! Torture makes me happy too. Yup! Me lovy the tortury! Yup! Yup!
Well, hope to get another of your warming reviews.
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Koorie-Neko: By saying you are uncreative it makes you a little be more creative. See, see! I have no point.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed!
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Jacques: You're the only reviewer that mentioned the French prayers which I thought were very intriguing and I thank you greatly for that. I hope you review again. Thankies!
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Vanessa S. Quest: I'm glad you say you'll keep reviewing. I'm hooked on reviews, I guess all fic author's are, huh? And as for the ending thingy, well, I'm not going to spoil the fun, now am I? Nope! You'll just have to read and see.
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Kara Angita: Yup, I hear a little *click* sound when my television opens, but that just might be because it's an old old old model. Maybe. . . anyways, hope you enjoyed and I hope that you'll review.
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Tsukisamu Sayako: Oh! Tears ^_^; such a strong emotion thingy. I am proud. . . yes yes, I am! Keep reviewing!
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Kasra: How's the job thing going? Better I hope. Yep, not much to say 'bout this chapter either, but I had to finish the tape and so I did. Hope you enjoyed. I really really do!
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Korie: The greatest story telling skills, huh? Well, their a little bit slow. I can't believe it took me four month, but I keep on rambling about that anyways. Thanks for the great compliment and I hope you'll keep reviewing.
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Bisexual Pygmy: I love your pen name. It's so cute. . . I'm gald you found the time to review more than one chapter, I find it's a really nice gesture that gives and overall satisfactory opinion about my fic. Thanks a lot. For the music question, you'll have to be more specific as to what music your referring to. I don't know which song you're talking about and there's at least one song per chapter, so. . . if ya help me out a little, I'll be glad to give you more information because 'Fucking In The Butt' is not exactly the kind of song I'm looking for. Thanks and keep reviewing.
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Tama-Kitsune: But I love torturing Omi. I wonna torture him more, but don't worry nothing will be life threatening for now, or maybe that blow to the head was life threatening. . . Oh well!
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Thanks again and please keep reviewing.
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Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused... welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder... All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XIII
Sin Is the Kitten Who Weeps II
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a warning. I have posted this chapter without reading it twice because I want to update the story the fastest way possible. I hope you don't mind too much and the more-or-less corrected version should follow within the week! Thanks for reading!
Black-Mirror
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// There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusion
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without the sense of confidence
And I'm convinced
That there's too much pressure to Take care, I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real //
Crawling / Linkin Park
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"Pour le Seigneur, le sacrifice
c'est la vérité et le justice"
Behind me, Aya made a surprising comment:
"For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice."
I turned to glare at him in the eye. What did he just say? Did that mean he agreed with this psycho guy who wanted to hand over Omi as a sacrifice?
"Aya?"
Aya lifted his head. I was shocked when I noticed that tears were forming in his eyes. Nothing drastic, of course, and they never passed the edge of his eyes, but still. You cannot mix up Aya and tears together, that just doesn't work. My android theory was slowly going down the drain.
"That's what he said" Aya exclaimed, his eyes meeting mine. "For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice"
Unconsciously, I turned back to the television. I found myself wishing in vain that this entire Omi-being-kidnapped-experience was just a sick and twisted dream due to the fact that I'd probably eaten too much before going to sleep a few days ago, but I knew it wasn't. I knew I wouldn't wake up and smile at the sun through the blinds. I knew everything was real. It still intrigues me how the human mind always tries to avoid situations by making you doubt its reality.
Staring straight in front of me, trying not to discern anything the television screen displayed and failing entirely, I found myself gazing into Omi's wide eyes. Pearl tears still hung from their brims as the pupils dilated and contracted at a sickening pace. It seemed as though their spasms imitated his heart beats. The beautiful azure colored irises were now coated with unshed tears. Omi still fought to remain sane and 'trustworthy'.
If it were at all possible, the boy's eyes widened anew when Raven's face slowly approached his.
"Love and pain become one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child (1)" the black-clad psychotic maniac mocked.
Shivers ran down my spine as a bony hand reached forth to press against the gaping holes in the blond boy's hands. A small amount of blood gushed out, splatters hitting the ruby puddles below. I remember sighing inwardly at that. No main vein must have been hit since the blood didn't flow fast enough. That could, in someway, be considered as a relief and I embraced the thought.
My relief was briefly followed by Raven's murderous words.
"You should consider yourself as being a very fortunate boy. You have the wounds of the stigmata. Very fortunate, yes?"
Omi closed his eyes and refused to speak. I wondered for a moment if this meant that the psychotic kidnapper would stop his torturing at that, but I went against that idea as a disappointed frown formed itself on Raven's skeletal features.
"No?" he asked. "You do not deem yourself as lucky? What a shame. Nothing can please you youngsters anymore. 'Tis such a tragedy."
Involuntarily, my hand reached for my lips. My teeth nibbled at the soft skin at the tip of my thumb. I tried to keep my mind occupied as I watched the stream of images play on the television screen as if they were part of a gory, never-to-be-popular horror movie. I thought about this stigmata idea for a while. This guy was hooked on religion, it seemed, but I set that notion aside and wondered some more. Stigmata. . . weren't there five of those? The nails through the hands and the feet, the whip, the spear and. . . I seemed to be missing one. I just couldn't remember.
"Ken?" a voice called. I barely noticed it. It seemed far away, heard through a wall, m a whisper.
Again, it tried to get my attention:
"Ken-"
This time, a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I turned to gaze into two glaring purple eyes. They seemed to carry some kind of hidden emotion and the first idea to pass through my mind was concern, but I knew it could never be. Aya was not one to show concern. I knew very well that he did, on some level, care for all of us, but he would never express it so. I guess I was kind of out of it anyways.
"You're pale. Go get some sleep. I'll tell you everything you need to know later."
There was no way I was going to miss this tape again.
Mesmerized by his words and 'worry', I slightly shook my head and he backed off. That's one thing you can count on Aya for: if you clearly state that you can do something, even if he believes otherwise, he will follow your judgment –that is, unless it has something to do with a mission.
I turned back to the screen only to notice that Raven had acquired a pair of scissor from I don't know where and I couldn't even start imagining what he would do with those. Slowly, with a sly smile playing about his lips, he moved towards Omi's feet. The blond boy couldn't protest since his ankles were still tied to the cross. I wondered why he hadn't moved at all ever since his arms had been freed of the offending nails.
Scissors in hand, the psychotic black-haired man directed himself closer to Omi's still prone form. From the position the camera had taken, we could no longer see the boy's face, only his legs and his uncovered stomach moving up and down at a spasmodic pace.
I was greatly relieved when I discovered that the shard object was used solely for the purpose of removing the rope that held Omi's legs firmly attached to the cross.
"I can't have you lying on your back forever, now can I?" was Raven's only explanation.
As soon as the razor-sharp scissors cut through the rope, the seventeen- year-old hit the floor. The cross had been laid out on a table from which he rolled off. He remained on all fours, facing the ground, for quite a while before Raven gripped a fistful of his barley-colored hair and harshly brought his head up.
"Aren't you precious" he snarled.
I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was finally off the cross. That. . . that wretched object that had kept him powerless to all attacks was finally laying alone. Relief flooded through me as I saw Omi cough to keep his breathing regular. It seemed like a great weight had been lifted of my shoulders. Now, our team-member would be able to put all of his apprenticeship in the arts of being an assassin to work. He would be able to fight back and get the hell out of there.
He was still frightened beyond belief -which was very comprehensible, I knew he would be capable of finding a way out of that goddamn area and he would shortly be home. Maybe was he already on his way. Hey, it's wishful thinking so just leave me be!
"Precious, precious little flower. Where are your friends now?"
Omi's eye swelled up with tears at our mention. Did he think we weren't looking for him? Surely not! He knew how much we cared. God! Omi I lo- . . . alright, still not ready for that one.
"Do you still think they will come? Do you dare hope?"
Azure eyes glared at their opponent's, filled with assurance and pride. You could tell by that simple exchange that Omi wasn't beaten down yet, but why wasn't he fighting back. I knew he could easily overpower this twiggy lunatic even without weapons. I knew it!
Unconsciously, the same thought escaped my mouth:
"Way doesn't he fight back?"
It was merely a whisper, but Aya seems to possess the perfect hearing. He answered my unwilled question.
"He can't fight back. He's been stuck in the same position for four days now. His muscles must be so sore that he can't even move an inch."
Well, that's one option I hadn't considered. That guy had purposely left Omi on the cross that long to make sure he wouldn't be able to retaliate when he would untie him. The boy was about as defenseless as a newborn infant.
I thought back at Aya's words. Four days? Had it really only been four days ago that Omi was kidnapped? The failed mission was merely five days ago? It seemed like two weeks, maybe a week and a half, but four days. I couldn't get myself to believe it. I simply couldn't. My mind would not accept the fact.
"It may take a while for him to be able to even walk."
No kidding!
Raven's cavernous voice interrupted my thinking:
"Now listen to me and listen carefully: you are lost and you can never go home (2)."
He repeated the same sentence anew, yelling it to Omi's ears:
"You are lost and you can never go home!"
With that, he seized better hold of the sandy-blond hair and, with a force I would never have thought he possessed, he banged Omi's head on the hard cement ground. A feint scream escaped his lips, but no more. I could feel Omi's pain in my own forehead as I watched his head bounce of the ground and fall anew, resting on the cold surface, his eyes shut thigh.
After a few seconds, I figured that Omi had escaped Raven by accepting the dark and soothing oblivion of unconsciousness.
Raven stood beside Omi's battered body, staring at the ground intently. His blood soiled fingers reached his lips and he licked their tips with his long tongue, apparently savoring its taste. As his hands dropped to his sides, his face turned to the camera and he said:
"Such a precious little boy."
Everything went black.
No! I did not fall unconscious! The TV screen went black. . . the tape ended.
I waited a little, hoping it would turn back on. Hoping to get more clues, but it never did. The screen was now polka-doted with gray spots that flickered from one side of the screen to the other. I realized that I wasn't even able to get up when Aya moved forward to close the television screen and VCR. I sat on the couch at the edge of the cushion, my nails unknowingly digging in my palms.
The glowing green lights on the VCR wrote 6:16 AM.
"Ken, I relieve you of your duties for the evening. I'll take your shift and you take mine this afternoon."
I felt like saying that I could very well open the shop on my own, but I couldn't seem to be able to even open my mouth and my head involuntarily nodded.
"You will both rest and look for clues on the computer in the mean while."
Again I nodded. I opened my hands and glared at them. The small marks indicating where my nails had dug in my palms were as red as hot coal -thin lines momentarily disfiguring my sinful hands. I watched as they gradually faded and disappeared.
I then gazed at the glowing numbers on the VCR and intently surveyed as the minutes passed. One minute, two minutes, three minutes. . . and so on. At one point, I was gazing right through them and didn't notice them at all. I didn't see anything.
When my mind finally found its way back to earth, Aya had left the small living room and probably opened the shop. It was 7:36 AM and I was wasting time.
I decided to head back to my room and work on Omi's computer. I probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. Every time I thought about him, I received mixed images in my mind: Omi being tortured or making love to me. Trust me, it isn't the least bit amusing.
Just as I got up, I noticed a small paper on the coffee table. I remembered its shape from somewhere and soon recalled that it used to be attached to the tape.
I picked it up and read it for the second time: Sin is the kitten who weeps. An iron grip clasped around my heart and squeezed. My hands reached up to my chest and the paper fell to the ground. I fell back on the couch and attempted to calm my breathing. This thing was really getting to me. It went to the extent of toying with my health and I knew very well why: I was in love with Omi.
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-end of chapter 13
(1) This sentence was taking from the song Hell is for Children by Pat Benatar. I borrowed ^__^; !!!
(2) Never listen to 'The Lord of the Rings' soundtrack while writing. That's the kind of sentence you'll end up with. O_
Author's note: I'm sorry! I know it took forever for me to update this but please don't kill me. Puh-leez!!! I'm begging you. . . I want to live. ^___^;;;
Alright, now that that's cleared away, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's really really really short –my shortest chapter up to know, but I'm fighting a mental block. I had no clue what to write in this chapter and, though that is not a good excuse for not writing for FOUR MONTHS, it's true. Must be because it's chapter ~13~
I still don't know what I'm going to do in the next chapter. Well, I do a little, but not completely. Drats. . .
Anyhow, I really hope you enjoyed, there wasn't that much torture in this chapie because I guess I made your stomachs turn enough in that last one.
Well, scroll down to your individual messages:
Amy: Haven't talked to you in a while, have I? Well, I never go on MSN anymore. I guess I got bored of it and my computer is so old that it takes an eternity before it can even open it up so I simply gave up on it. Well, in that last review you seemed to be in a wonderful health (insert sarcasm). Geez, I'm lucky I never had any accidents of the sort *knocks on wood*. I really hope your felling better. You usually should after FOUR MONTHS. I'm sorry I let you down for so long. I just don't know what to do with this story anymore. Well, actually I do, but I don't know how to write it. I have quite a few ideas, but I can't put them on paper which is kind of a great problem.
Anyways, I'll stop bothering you know and hope that you liked it.
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Anime Cat: Well, I didn't write faster but the stupid tape is finished O_. . . right? Hihi, I hope you enjoyed my very short chapter and I hope that you will review. . . I really do!
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Riisha: Alright! I'm Ba~ack (just like Jack Nicholson, or was it really him who said that?). . . don't ask. Yeah, a little itsy bitsy bit of KxO! Well, Ken admitted his feelings. A little too promptly for my taste, but who's asking for my advice.
I wont write to long because I really want to try and get this story out before the day ends, so I'll sum this up by saying that I thank you greatly for reviewing oh! Mighty one and hope you continue doing so in the very near future. Pretty please!
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Princess Ikumi-chan: Ha! (victory scream) I have conquered the writer's block and come to you with a new chapter *becomes very very small* that I really hope you liked. . . I know it's short but *victory scream) I have conquered the writer's block *becomes very very small* or almost.
Well, keep reviewing please and I'm sorry it took me so long. I really am. It shouldn't happen again.
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Kakarots-Frying-Pan: *stands proudly* I walk the path of ingenious creative writing!!! Hahaha!!! . . . or maybe not. I don't know about that one yet, but I sure am proud you pointed it out. Yup yup! Proud be me and me be proud.
Well, I hope you enjoyed and that you R&R ^_^
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Blade: Exciting, huh? Oh, thank you! The suspense will kill everybody, or maybe not. . . But it will make them anxious and terrorized, or maybe not. It'll make them wait? Yes! I hope you enjoyed the not so torture ending of the tape and hope you review.
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Yami-kitsune: I think you're the only person who said that the last chapter made your day much better. I'm soooooo happy it did! Torture makes me happy too. Yup! Me lovy the tortury! Yup! Yup!
Well, hope to get another of your warming reviews.
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Koorie-Neko: By saying you are uncreative it makes you a little be more creative. See, see! I have no point.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed!
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Jacques: You're the only reviewer that mentioned the French prayers which I thought were very intriguing and I thank you greatly for that. I hope you review again. Thankies!
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Vanessa S. Quest: I'm glad you say you'll keep reviewing. I'm hooked on reviews, I guess all fic author's are, huh? And as for the ending thingy, well, I'm not going to spoil the fun, now am I? Nope! You'll just have to read and see.
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Kara Angita: Yup, I hear a little *click* sound when my television opens, but that just might be because it's an old old old model. Maybe. . . anyways, hope you enjoyed and I hope that you'll review.
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Tsukisamu Sayako: Oh! Tears ^_^; such a strong emotion thingy. I am proud. . . yes yes, I am! Keep reviewing!
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Kasra: How's the job thing going? Better I hope. Yep, not much to say 'bout this chapter either, but I had to finish the tape and so I did. Hope you enjoyed. I really really do!
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Korie: The greatest story telling skills, huh? Well, their a little bit slow. I can't believe it took me four month, but I keep on rambling about that anyways. Thanks for the great compliment and I hope you'll keep reviewing.
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Bisexual Pygmy: I love your pen name. It's so cute. . . I'm gald you found the time to review more than one chapter, I find it's a really nice gesture that gives and overall satisfactory opinion about my fic. Thanks a lot. For the music question, you'll have to be more specific as to what music your referring to. I don't know which song you're talking about and there's at least one song per chapter, so. . . if ya help me out a little, I'll be glad to give you more information because 'Fucking In The Butt' is not exactly the kind of song I'm looking for. Thanks and keep reviewing.
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Tama-Kitsune: But I love torturing Omi. I wonna torture him more, but don't worry nothing will be life threatening for now, or maybe that blow to the head was life threatening. . . Oh well!
Keep reviewing.
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Honey Dipped Roses: I had a smile plastered on my face for the whole week following your review. Such nice compliments! I can't even believe that they were for me. Did you actually read the story? You must have read another story and reviewed the wrong one, huh? Well, thank you thank you thank you and I'm glad you appreciate it so much. I'll send you an e-mail signaling the update.
Thanks again and please keep reviewing.
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gata: Here's your update. I'm glad you're popularizing it throughout your friend-world and hope to hear more from you in future reviews perhaps?
Thanks!
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