Tainted White
-Fake Smile-
By: Lil' Amethyst Angel
Summary: Omi is not as happy as everyone thinks. Weiss never looks behind the smile, but what happens when his façade starts to crack?
Wanrings: Swearing, drugs, implied prostitution, mentions of violence, OOC (dark Omi), angst
Omi's POV
Dark crimson pools onto the floor, surrounding the man I have just killed. Mission complete. Another asshole who had no concern for human life.
I've learned some things in the relatively few years of my life. One of those things is, killing one person won't undo their wrongs, but I kill them anyway.
"The target is down, clear out." I speak into the headset, knowing my three teammates will be listening for confirmation. This was a simple mission. The target was an easy kill. I head for the door, but look once more at the dead body lying a few feet away from me. Fool. He let himself get killed.
That may seem like an odd, possibly heartless, thought to have given the situation. People like him make me sick. I don't mean criminals, I mean people who are weak like that. I would never be that careless. All my life I have fought to survive. I lived through my kidnapping, the training I received at such a young age, the death I was forced to cause, and the lack of what people refer to as "love". I, personally, do not believe love exists. There is lust and need but not love.
At a young age I learned emotions and feelings are not something to be shown. If you hide your feelings, having complete control over them, only then are you safe. I have mastered my feelings over time and am therefore safer than I would be otherwise. Trust is, also, something one should not rely on. If you place your trust in someone you are asking to be hurt and betrayed. Don't blame that person when they finally give you what you asked for.
I arrive at the car only to find the others already waiting there. I slide into the car next to Ken. Youji starts up the car, Aya sitting next to him up front, and we drive away from the murder scene as if nothing has happened.
We finally arrive home around two thirty in the morning.
After every mission each member of Weiss does something different, after getting cleaned up that is, to ease their guilt. Youji will drown himself in alcohol and cigarettes. Ken goes on a run or kicks around a soccer ball at a deserted park. Aya immerses himself in work, the flower shop's stock, income, etc. I go to my room and sleep. I try to act less cheerful for the rest of the night.
I furrow my eyebrows and frown as I start on the steps up to my room. By doing this little action the other members of Weiss can tell I feel guilty, as well. At least, it makes it seem like I am guilty. Honestly, I don't give a fuck, but it would seem suspicious if I wasn't. If you are part of an assassin group like Wiess, it's only natural to feel guilt for the lives you take. If we didn't feel that guilt we would be just as bad as the people we kill. I guess I am just as bad.
I sigh, remembering I will have to get up to go to school in a few hours. Youji smiles sympathetically, seemingly guessing my thoughts.
"You know, you could just skip school, Omi." I frown. Youji knows fully well that I would not skip school. It is, after all, morally wrong. Yes, I know how ironic that sounds, considering my 'night job'. I saunter up to my room and close the door. Plopping down on my bed I proceed to quickly fall asleep.
I wake up the next morning to find sun streaming in through the window. I look at the clock and realize I woke up a few minutes before the alarm would go off. I get out of bed and ready for another boring day of school. I hop down the stairs, grabbing an apple off of the counter for breakfast. I usually do not eat much in the mornings, partly because I'm never hungry then and partly because I'm too tired from doing research up until late the night before to eat.
Aya walks into the kitchen, going over to make some coffee. "Good morning, Aya-kun! I'm going to be late coming home from school today. I want to finish up a project at the library. Is that okay?" I smile. I think I hear an affirmative "hn" and leave, knowing I will not get anything more out of him.
I don't actually have a project to do. I am meeting some 'friends', but I don't think Aya and the others would approve of them. I wouldn't be surprised if some of them ended up becoming one of our targets some day...
The day seems to drag on. Finally, the dismissal bell rings and I'm out of there is a flash. I go over to an apartment building a few blocks from the school. After climbing a few flights of stairs I reach the floor I want and go and knock on the door at the end of the hall. I can hear locks being opened and am greeted by the sight of my grinning, and obviously high, friend, Mike. I met Mike at a rave I went to a little while back. He's a real idiot, but he has connections. His brother, Damien, is a hard- ass drug dealer.
I've been needing a hit real bad lately. I've been all out for a while. Yeah, I do drugs. I haven't been doing it for very long, though. When I was at a party with some friends a few months ago they gave me some E. I never got into it. Two months ago Mike gave me some white powder and told me to snort it. He said it would be awesome. He was right, it was. Mike supplies me with my usual hit of crack cocaine. It gives you a great high, but it doesn't last too long, which can work to my advantage. It makes it easier for me to take some without my teammates noticing. I'm not a full out junky, spending hours doing whatever powder or pills I'm given. I just need a little something now and then. It calms me down, makes me feel good. When I'm on crack I feel like I truly am happy, but that's probably because my senses are messed. At least it creates that hallucination for me.
"Hey, Mamoru, buddy!" Mike swung an arm around my shoulder, guiding me in. I don't use my real name (well, technically 'Mamoru' is my real name, but I go by 'Omi' now) with this crowd of people (you know, drug dealers and stuff).
There were two women lazing on his couch. The one smoking the cigarette reminded me of Youji, smirking and looking lazy and a little drunk, though I don't think Youji smokes weed (not often, anyway). I pushed Mike's arm off of me.
"You got my stuff? You said Damien would have it for me by now." I asked impatiently, as he took a seat between the two revealingly-dressed women. Seriously, how short do they make skirts these days? Why bother wearing anything it all? It was obvious neither of them were going to be dressed much longer. Mike probably got tired of having women reject him all of the time, so he hired these girls for some fun tonight. Nasty. I remember a teacher of mine saying 'girls always wear clothes two size too small and boys always wear clothes two sizes too big'. These people were perfect examples of that.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so pissy. Sorry, but I don't have it on me. Damien doesn't trust me with his money anymore. I 'borrow' a couple hundred dollars and all of the sudden I'm untrustworthy," I snort. Mike has always been untrustworthy. His brother must be a real moron to have not noticed sooner. "Anyway, he has your stuff, but wants you to give him his money in person. He usually hangs at the club around the corner..." Mike stopped for a moment, trying to recall the name. The drug was obviously affecting what little mind-power he had.
"Yeah, I know the one. Have fun." I said leaving.
I am let into the club and immediately start searching for Damien. Bright neon lights flash as music blares. Bodies are provocatively pushing up against each other on the dance floor. I scan the room, seeing Damien sat at a table with a few other people in a dark corner, farther away from the others in the club. I push my way past sweating bodies.
"Damien. Mike told me to come see you." I say, stepping up to the table. He nods.
"Got my money?" He asks. I take the wad out of my pocket and drop it on the table. He pulls a little baggy filled with white powder out of his pocket and gives it to me. "Nice doing business with you." He smirks.
After getting what I came for I go home, smiling and cheerful as usual.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: I told you this one would be longer. ;) Ooo, I made Omi a crack-head. In the next chapter the plot should pick up a bit. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, keep 'em coming.
