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"Mr. Tsukiyono. When your serving detention you know your allowed no visitors." One of the nuns spoke, Omi's breathing became hard in his arms. "Don't you?"
"B-but I-I wasn't in de-" Omi started stuttering.
"That's enough!" The nun snapped firmly marching forward causing Omi to squirm into him before being yanked back by his ear.
"Hey wait a minute! This is a public school!" He yelled. "Why are you here this isn't a catholic school! He's coming home with me!" He shot pointing at the nuns, but they didn't seem to hear him. Instead the one whom held Omi's ear began yanking the boy to the door. "Hey! I am serious! I want to see the director or principal to the school NOW!"
"I am the director of the school." He spun around with a hard -Good- written all over his face. Boy was he going to give that man a piece of his mind, and then he was going to call Mr. Brine and have Mr. Brine give that man a piece of their mind!
Instead when he turned fully around his eyes widened and his heart hiccupped in shock. "What are you doing here." he growled, frowning wide eyed at the boy whom simply smiled back at him.
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Chapter 18
Bed Bugs
DivineAngel
"What are you doing here?" Royce asked smiling, the nuns had all stopped and were quickly waiting for Royce to say something as they held Omi's stiff teary-eyed form. "You don't know do you Ken?" Royce asked and he was quiet. No he couldn't remember how he got there or what he was really doing. "Don't worry Ken. I brought you here, and I'll let you go when I am done." Royce explained smiling at him before turning to the nuns. "Take him to the auditorium, I am calling a school assembly so everyone can see and laugh at him. That's what he fears the most isn't it?" Royce asked turning back to him. "Rejection? People hating him? Aren't you afraid right now Omi?" Royce chuckled and he literally felt Omi's panic and fear like a trembling heat that ran through his body like hard vodka. It started in his shoulders and fell down him, pressing into him from behind because that's where Omi was.
"B-but he said I can go home." Omi argued, motioning to him slightly. "I-I didn't do anything wrong. Please! Just caaall hooome!" Omi yelled, at Royce's wide unmoving grin with hate , but Royce simply nodded towards the door and the nuns began leading Omi towards it. "Come with me to the auditorium Ken." Royce smiled turning back to him.
"Fuck you! I am calling Mr. Brine." He growled throwing his finger into the guys face making Royce's smile that much wider.
"Like last time Ken? Run to your mentor will you?" He swallowed and kept his glare on the guy. "To bad there are no phones in this school." His eyes widened. How could there be no phones!? "And…your already in the auditorium."
"What?" He spun around and sure enough he and Royce were in the very back of the auditorium, and before him was a room of yelling, cheering kids all goofing off and making noise. There must have been at least two hundred, crowding the bleachers and the floors before screaming and waving there arms as a nun suddenly appeared pulling Omi onto the stage by his ear. "Stop!" He yelled but he doubt the kids two feet in front of him could hear. "Stop this!" He whirled back to Royce whom only grinned at him. "Your such an ass hole. You are. Your entire group are big friggin' ass holes! Your a terrible team, and your all really weird looking too!" He screamed.
Royce's grin snapped off his face. "That's not nice Ken." Royce clipped through a glare, but he only grunt. He didn't say it to be nice. "You should be careful. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings would you?" Royce asked nodding towards the stage and he turned to it in time to watch a second nun appear with a big wooden paddle. Omi who was already shaking, began arguing with her, and he could see the boy's mouth moving but he couldn't make out a word. He turned back to Royce a little wide eyed. "One more comment I don't like, and he's going to be hit." He swallowed, closing his mouth. "Good. Now tell me what I want to know."
"I don't understand. What do you want to know?" He spit, the studentts were cheering and yelling and he was surprised he could hear Royce speak to him but he did. Heard the guy perfectly.
"You know what I want to know."
"You want to know what I said about you?" He asked uneasily.
Royce grinned. "Your smarter than you think you are Ken. Now…What did you say about my group."
"I bet you got in a lot of trouble didn't you." He grinned, throwing the guy his best smug expression. "I hope they beat your ass till you couldn't stand! That's what I think. I told them exactly what I thought! And that is That YOUR Whole Group IS SICK! AND You Should BE KICKED OUT!"
He jumped as the auditorium suddenly went wild. Royce was just standing there glaring at him as he turned in time to watch Omi fall with the impact of the blow. Shit! He forgot if he mouthed off it cost Omi! DAMNT! IT felt so good to tell that guy what he thought and now he couldn't!
"I do hope it felt good Ken." He turned back to Royce wide eyed. "Because its not going to feel good for him." Royce gave him a disgusted look of his own this time. "Omi you're a disgrace to your own team. If your older partner had switched none of the problems would have happened, they're all your fault." Royce said stairing through the crowd to Omi whom seemed slapped upside the head unable to understand where his thoughts were coming from. Royce's words were transmitting directly into the boy's head. "Except your punishment which you deserve. Take off your clothes Omi." Royce ordered, and Omi started shaking his head where he sat breaking to tears. "Do it. Now. Take them off you little shit. Don't you back talk it wasn't your fault. Your the one whom threw the dart, and called off everything. You deserve nothing, you deserve to suffer for screwing up. Now Do It." Royce snarled, glaring at Omi whom suddenly looked up and right to them screaming no before holding up his middle fingers. He smiled, but Royce simply clucked his tongue and was silent for a moment before speaking. "Mmm he's a little stronger than he looks wouldn't you say Ken?" He growled as Royce grunt at Omi whom just dropped his upright fingers and began crying because he wasn't being allowed to leave the stage. "I'll give you one more chance to save him. I want something else from you after all." Royce chuckled.
"What!?" He screamed, both mad and scared at the same time. "I don't KNOW ANYTHING! What Could I KNOW!"
"Oh you know plenty." Royce corrected.
"I WON'T Tell YOU Where We are you sick freak! I don't want you anywhere near me!" SHIT! He cursed as the crowd went wild and he knew Omi had just been hit again.
"You don't have to Ken. You already told me where you are." Royce explained pulling the school sign in sheet from his pocket and his face eyes bulged with the sight of his own hand writting. Name and then the address printed small and neat. "But that's not what I wanted to know. Is just an added bonus." Royce continued, tucking the paper back away.
"Than what could you. Possibly. Want. To. Know." He hissed, keeping his teeth grit so he wouldn't accidently let something slip.
"I want to know the rest of your group. I want to know the two members I did not meet."
"What?! No." He sneered. He wasn't introducing Aya and Yohji to this maniac!
"I am far from a maniac...and I would very much like to meet them Ken." Royce corrected.
"WHy!?" He screamed, getting a little concerned as the auditorium picked up with more screaming, but that was only because Omi found the strength to stand back up, and now stood in the center of the stage enduring his demons. "WHY!?"
"Because I could never see them this way if I don't know them." Royce said opening his arms to the surroundings. "Do you know what was happening here before I came?" Royce asked.
"What?" he asked utterly confused.
"He was dreaming he was in school. Normal everyday public school is what it looked like to me." Royce said, and it were as though a light bulb went off in his head. DREAMING! Omi was DREAMING!? HE WAS IN OMI'S DREAM!? "You catch on slow Ken, you'll have to do better than that." Royce grunt
"Your in Omi's dream. We're both in Omi's dream." He stated, a little shakily, but he was pretty sure he got it alright.
"Oh, it's a little more than Omi's dream now Ken." Royce smiled, bursting with pride and excitement for the auditorium he had created. "This is my place now. I have manipulated this entire realm to do what I want. When I arrived Omi was in class, doing his homework with a girl, being picked on by some fat kid in the back." Royce chuckled for a moment, and he couldn't even say anything with his mouth so dry. "You should have seen the look on his face when I walked into his class and shot that fat kid in the head…But that was too much for him. The entire room went dark, and all the kids disappeared, and he couldn't hear me, all he did was cry for that stupid fat fuck I shot. I had to get someone to wake him up so I could play some more. Since his dream was so much more interesting that yours Ken." His eyes widened. The guy had been in HIS DREAM!? "So tell me where they are, or I'll strip him and beat him until he can't stand." He shook his head and closed his eyes. It wasn't real it was a dream! That was awful but it was just a dream! It wasn't the real Omi! This wasn't a real building! "That's where your wrong Ken!" Royce beamed and he looked up with the guys loud laugh and yell. "That IS the real OMI! As real as they come. That's his mind up on that stage, that's the body he's made for himself. That's the white rabbit all around. What I do here, will follow him when his other body wakes up…So you have to ask yourself if that's something your willing to put him though. Is it worth saving the others for his sacrifice?"
"NO! STOP IT!" He screamed.
"I am sorry Ken." Royce smiled, and he stumbled back when the guy took a step forward. "I can't stop. I just like it too much. I am afraid it's a little addicting, and it's ever so helpful….What you haven't realized yet Ken. Is that your just biding time. Your not willing to give him to me and I already know that. So if you don't speak up, I'll just raise the stakes. I can have something worse happen up on that stage Ken. How would you like to be the one up there beating him?" His eyes widened.
"I would never." He sneered.
"You might not, but the Ken I make might. Or maybe your mentor, how would your little team mate like that?" Royce suggested, laughing at his horrified expression. "Or maybe I'll just tell him what his mind has burried. All those dirty little secrets I read, the ones he's so good at hiding. Maybe I'll tell him that I know, maybe I'll tell him, what he doesn't, what he's chosen to forget. Locked away and thrown aside the key hmm?"
His mouth felt like cotton, Royce's hard demanding stare was just smirking at him when his body slacked. There was nothing he could do, no option he could think of, and he felt his confession build like a storm before spilling through his mouth draining every ounce of his pride with it."Aya and Yohji are always with us in the shop. Yohji's hurt now because he was shot a few days ago." He muttered.
"Ahaaaa." Royce smiled backing up. All Royce needed him to do was think of them, and the guy could pull the information from his head. Learn in a second everything he knew about Aya and Yohji, with him just thinking about them. "So he's the one the little boy is so worried about. Shot was he, that's terrible, sorry I missed it. Oh and Ken." He looked up, his body weak and useless. He felt like a failure! A loser! He just sold out Yohji and Aya! But he couldn't let this happen to Omi! "I have a confession to make to you." His body went rigid. "I pride myself on my word, I never tell a lie in life." He relaxed a little, at least he didn't have to worry about the guy lying now. "That's where your wrong again Ken." Royce looked like he was dying with suppressed laugh. The guy was having far too much fun. "Because this isn't real life…So Sorry. I just have no self control you see. I can't help myself it's like chocolate, once you taste it you never forget. You did however brake faster than I anticipate so I won't tell him all I was going to. However, you'd understand if you were in my shoes how I simply can't resist telling him this one thing I learned." Royce laughed. "Have fun, and don't let the crowd intimidate you Ken! Go ahead and Cheer!"
"WHAT!?" HE screamed as Royce suddenly disappeared and the auditorium went wild. He spun around to Omi who was pulled up by a nun and with shaky hands slowly pulled his shirt over his head bawling. "That SON OF A BITCH! OMI DON'T!" He screamed pushing kids out of his way as he tried to get to the stage. The crowd was impossible the children felt like vindictive little monsters all of their limbs twisting together and purposely trying to stop him. DAMNT! All he had to do was get to the stage! "OMI STOP!" He screamed at Omi's spindly crying form that was even smart enough to project himself with narker lines on his chest, before he heard Yohji's voice and he spun around searching for the blonde. "YOhji!?" He screamed scanning every which way for the help he needed, the journey to the stage looked impossible it felt as though the students were made of lead and couldn't feel his shoving hands. Then he saw it, upon the bright yellow gymnasium wall in the direction of Yohji's voice.
That was what he needed, suddenly he knew it. His mind just told him all he had to do was touch it and he could end it. "MOVE! YOHJI! AYA! HELP!" He screamed at the cheering kids that went nuts as Omi took more off before his fingers slid into the little space in the wall and he jammed the fire alarm down. The buzzer blasted over all the noise, and screaming as the sprinklers shot off before it ended.
"KEN! KEN!" Yohji yelled.
"AAYYYAA! YOOOHJI!" He screamed.
"KKEN!" He felt his breath hitch in his throat as Yohji stopped shaking him. the blonde was simply staring down at him with concern as trickles of sweat slid over his face. "Are you alright Ken?" Yohji whispered and he swallowed. "Look at me." Yohji demanded. "Tell me…What color is my beautiful hair?"
"I was dreaming." He stated, his voice raspy and dry. His body completely still from where he had been thrashing around terrified. "I was dreaming Omi's dream." He rasped collecting himself as quickly as he could, but Yohji simply snort and sunk into the bed with his comment.
"Hmp." Yohji grunt at his wide eyed and pale expression. "Too bad you weren't dreaming mine. I was getting it on." Yohji lied, his eyes sorrowful, and etched in red heartache. Yohji had been crying over Asuka because he saw her in his mind. "Ken?"
"Where's Omi?" He muttered, trying to wet his mouth but he just couldn't do it. Not after everything Royce had said, not after how real it all was! His body was still trembling.
"Sleeping. Relax. Lay down." Yohji reassured, gently pressing him back and he lay down running a hand through his hair and brushing it from his forehead. "Your really sweating Ken. Are you sure your alright? I don't really want you puking in my bed. Are you alright?" Yohji asked concerned.
"No." He bolted up suddenly, ignoring the -Ken!?- Yohji barked at him as he ripped the bedroom door open. He wanted to see Omi first, before he relaxed. "Move Aya." He pushed Aya aside stomping towards his room before he froze and turned back to the red head whom was frowning at him from in front of the bathroom door he rushed to. "OMI!? Let me in." He frowned banging on the door and gritting his teeth at the crying -Gooo Awwaaay!- that yelled at him. "Omi please listen to me. I was there! I saw! I told him where Yohji and Aya were! I told because I didn't want that to happen! He LIED TO ME! HE LIED! THAT LYING SON OF A BITCH! I should have known better NOW OPEN. (BANG) THIS (BANG) DOOR (BANG) NOW! OR So Help Me Omi! WHEN I GET IT OPEN!" He stopped screaming as Omi opened the door afraid of whatever he was threatening.
"Whaaat! DO YOU WAAANT KEEEN!-KUUUN!" Omi choked through his tears. "TO see me crying!? FINE! I AM CRYING! You ALL KNOW! Nooow Can Yoou Jusst leeeaave me allloooone! Huuuh!?" He froze at Omi's sobbing blue eyes that glared at him shaking and sweating in his pajamas. "I haaad to Open the dooor for thiiis! SO you caaan see and laaugh at me!?" Omi cried.
He shook his head slowly, watching Omi wipe his eyes with a fast hiccup. "We're not laughing." he mumbled and Omi looked up still squeezing the doorframe and door in the small space he had opened it. "Look at us Omi. We're not laughing." He said and Aya stood next to him, straight faced and concerned, before moving to glance at Yohji who couldn't come out and see them. "Omi. What did he say to you?"
"Thaaaaat my daaad thought I was a baassttard!" Omi cried and he jumped as Omi slammed the door into the wall to enforce his words. "THHAAAATT'S WHAAAT HE SAAID!" Omi screamed, smashing the stuff off the counter with one great shove and sobbing down to it. "He said! SAID! I Was A BASTARD! That NoBODY LOVES ME! AND I Said! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUUUCCCK YOOOU!" Omi screamed top of his lungs slamming his fist into the medicine cabinet before ripping it open and punching into the shelves. Omi got to the second shelf before Aya shoved him aside and grabbed him. "LET ME GOOO! FUCKYOU! I HaTE HIM! I HATE HIM! Augh-" Omi suddenly threw up, leaning over part of Aya to the floor before looking down at the tub when Aya shoved the broken glass aside with a towel and pushed Omi there. Once down Omi instantly started scrambling up but Aya shoved him down again.
"STAY THERE!" Aya yelled roughly shoving at Omi's shoulders as the boy kept dry heaving before puking more up. "It's alright." Aya soothed. "He's not here. He's not." He felt his chest hitching with his breath where he stood watching Aya slowly run a hand up Omi's neck to the boy's hair and brush strands from his face as he kept puking. "Shhh he's not here" Aya whispered before turning to him. "Ken…Who's he?"
He felt his mouth gap slightly. Who's he?…What a good question. Who was that guy? Who!? He turned to Mr. Brine whom appeared in the doorway watching Omi dry heave continually before suddenly slouching into the side of the tub panting. "Why is he so upset?" Mr. Brine demanded and there was a tone in Mr. Brine's voice that was deeply concerned, because he couldn't phantom a reason why one of his boys would suddenly wake up in such a state.
"He-he had a nightmare sir." He quickly answered, and Aya's face fell to one of the most confused -What the fuck!?- frowns he'd ever seen.
"A nightmare?" Mr. Brine retort skeptically as he shifted his weight and crossed his arm. The man's body language alone was telling him the truth better be the next thing out of his mouth or he was going to be in trouble.
"That's right a-a nightmare." He repeat nodding with his words and Mr. Brine's arms dropped to his sides noting his honesty. The mans face however was a hard frown deeply troubled with how a single nightmare had so effectively rattled a training assassin.
"I've never seen anyone have a nightmare like this." Aya commented, hanging onto Omi's shoulder as the boy hiccupped a few times before throwing up a little more.
"Well that's WHAt IT Was!" He barked and Aya jumped started with his outburst, but he had so many questions! A billion questions he wanted to ask Omi, and he knew the boy wouldn't answer one of them with Mr. Brine there listening to him! It was too much of a risk, too much to be laughed at for. "He's going to be fine." he stated and Omi began nodding into the tub with his comment. "He's just a little upset and he'll-he'll be fine." He tried to reassure and Mr. Brine was absolutely silent. Just. Staring at them.
"…Tsukiyono just broke about everything glass in this room Hidaka. You don't find that odd behavior for him?" Mr. Brine asked giving him a look. "In all honesty now, you don't find that a tad out of sorts for the boy?" Mr. Brine asked and he started fumbling for a reply.
"I-I wouldn't know sir he-he never had a nightmare before." He said straightening up with this answer. It was the smartest thing he could think of to say because Omi had never had a nightmare they were aware of. Who was to say how the boy reacted to them, or how badly they were.
"If that's the card you want to play with me Hidaka, then this was not a nightmare, but a night terror. And if That's true! I need to have Tsukiyono's head Checked Out TODAY! So IS That what Your saying!?" Mr. Brine demanded and he froze. His brilliant plan was back firing on him, and while he was trying desperately to think of something he was accidently remaining silent and standing there like a dim witted fool. "..I am waiting Hidaka." Mr. Brine said with a frown.
"Well I was-I was leaning towards the kind of…very upsetting kind of nightmare sir. I'll clean the glass, I'll take responsibility for the bathroom. I am the one who busted in on him and made him so upset." He quickly explained.
"Your taking responsibility now?" Mr. Brine asked now shocked. It was just one surprise after another.
"Yes sir I am." He repeat.
"Do you want me to tan you red for this Hidaka?" Mr. Brine asked pointing to the floor.
He stiffened slightly. "No sir I definitely don't." He shook his head, quickly answering and Mr. Brine nodded thoughtfully while clucking his tongue a few times. Omi wiped his mouth with a tissue and just continued breathing into the tub while Aya kept reassuring contact. "But I-I definitely don't want you to…tan Omi for it sir. He-he's upset now." He managed and Mr. Brine's face fell to a more sympathetic expression causing a world of relief to wash over him then. They only got that look when they were lucky enough to accidentally say or do the right thing and usually weasel their way out of whatever happened.
"Tsukiyono I want you to stand up." Mr. Brine said and Omi gave a quick dry heave as he stood and turned to face Mr. Brine with his mouth tightly closed so he wouldn't smell like puke. Omi swallowed once as Mr. Brine walked directly to him and touched his face with a frown for all the beads of cold sweat. "Do you feel there is something wrong with you Tuskiyono?" Mr. Brine asked gently. "Do you need to see a doctor or need someone to talk to about this?" Mr. Brine asked and Omi quickly shook his head. "So you feel alright now?"
"Little sick." Omi muttered ducking his head for the small moment he spoke.
"But good overall?" Omi nodded. "Your fine, going to be ok in a half an hour?" Omi nodded again, more firmly and continuously to get his point across. "Well than alright." Mr. Brine nodded before turning to him. "Hidaka your taking responsibility for this bathroom like you so nobly requested. So get this room back to normal in under ten minutes and I'll consider letting your ass off the line. Tsukiyono your off the hook entirely so relax." Omi did so immediately, slacking allo fhis limbs with a heavy exhale and licking his lips. "Wait for Hidaka to finish than shower and get ready for school." With that Mr. Brine left, and Omi stood wide eyed and frozen. The same, slapped upside the head expression magnified ten fold.
"What the hell is going on?" Aya frowned annoyed, glaring at both of them the minute Mr. Brine was gone. "Night terrors my ass, he was on the verge of some type of breakdown smashing things like that. Omi don't you have anything to say!" Aya snapped giving Omi a hard shove but the contact simply dropped the boy back to his knees puking into the tub. "If I had a hundred for every time I've seen him puke it all up Ken, I'd be rich." Aya stated sighing.
"Stop talking and help me clean this Aya!" He snapped at Aya whom stood watching Omi vomit with a slight grimace. "God damnt what a mess!" he growled as he was cut with something. They shoved all the glass to the center of the bathroom using the already messed up towels, and salvaged as many of the undamaged cotton balls as they could.. "Great this is just great." he growled, stopping his shoving for a moment to just catch his breath as Aya left to get the vacuum and suck up the glass. "Are you done now Omi?" he asked but Omi didn't move as he spoke to him. "Don't listen to anything he says. Nothing that happened was real. Non of it was real." He reassured inching forward a tad, but his words flashed Omi's eyes directly at him.
"What-Are you-Talking about-Ken-kun." Omi gasped his words at him wide eyed.
"About your dream. I was there. I was in your dream." He explained but Omi smooshed back into the corner with his next inch forward. "Omi come on, we need to talk about this I just sold Aya and Yohji to that freak!" He exclaimed as Omi shook his head stairing at him like he had six heads.
"You did what." He jumped at Aya's snort that slammed the vacuum down in the doorway. "Sold us out to who Ken." Aya demanded and there was a look in Aya's eye he'd never seen before. It was violent and almost dangerous, and he was glad he didn't have to wish real hard to somehow weasel out of selling the guy out. Cause in a way he didn't.
"Aya you have to hear this." He began.
"I will." Aya shot back quickly, the red head always had to have the last say.
"I was dreaming I was in a school, and I didn't know how I got there, then I walk into this room and there's Omi."
"SHUT UP!" Omi screamed and he jumped with sudden shriek. Omi's face was pale and panting. Eyes like saucers locked on him as the boy shook his head. "That wasn't you. That's not funny! Why are you saying this WHY! HOW Can You KNOW THIS KEN!" Omi yelled and he winced when the kun was snapped from his name. "FUCk YOU! Do you think This is Funny! Why Are You Saaaying this!" Omi screamed at him.
"Cause I am not lying!" He frowned his scream and Omi shut up. Jumping with all of them as Mr. Brine came in with intent. Stomping past Aya whom almost jumped out of the man's way and snapping Omi up by his arm.
"Why did you just say Tsukiyono?!" Mr. Brine demanded.
"Nothing sir!" Omi cringed tugging slightly on his arm before giving it up when Mr. Brine's hold didn't relax.
"What! Just came out of Your Mouth! Tsukiyono!" Mr. Brine yelled at the pale face, shaking Omi slightly and Omi whined a -Fuuuuck sir- "Are you allowed to say that?" Mr. Brine glared at the thin body whom shrugged slightly. "I said. Are you allowed to curse on that level Tsukiyono?" -Noo sir I am not- Omi whined again. "So are you in here cursing when your not supposed to be? And What are you supposed to be doing?" -Geeeting ready for schoool- Omi managed, words falling from the boy's lips like any minute he'd crumble. "That's right. So get. Going. Before I decide to acknowledge I heard that word come out of your mouth more than once this morning." Mr. Brine shot, dropping Omi's arm, and Omi instantly started shaking his head. -BUt Sir! I need to talk to you about that. About my school. I can't gooo- Omi started whining and this time with greater distress, but Mr. Brine just shook his head like he didn't want to hear it. "One more word and every single swear is going to be coming out of your back side Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine spit starting towards his bedroom and ordering Omi to follow.
Him and Aya stood watching. "…So there's Omi." He turned to Aya's baffled face and just continued. He didn't have time to waste on Omi as long as Mr. Brine was with him. "He's all alone in this black-dark room and he's crying so I go in, and I am talking to him and I mean to him Aya! Me asleep, talking to him asleep."
Aya made a face. "That's impossible Ken. What do you take me for."
"No! It gets better! Listen!" He snort sarcastically, as Aya made a move for the door and then stopped. "So he's…begging me to take him home, so I say ok, then these...these Nuns! Come out of no where! And are yelling at him! And! And! It's not even a private school! They were like-like woman from his old school I am guessing. And I demand to-to see-"
"Ken!" He jumped as Aya suddenly grabbed him, nodding slowly. "Calm down." Aya whispered, soothing violet eyes gently patting his one shoulder the way he saw Aya do to Omi and he suddenly realized he was shaking and sweating pretty hard. "Calm down, and…just talk easy."
"So the-I ask to see the director and guess who it is Aya. Guess."
"How would I know what he looks like." Aya made a face.
"Well you wouldn't cause you've never met him. It was Royce Aya. The other team. It was ROYCE! The guy! IT was hIM! HE was talking to me! Told me it was a dream! Said he was manipu-mani-"
"Manipulating?"
"Manipulating Omi's dream to do what he wanted! Said he shot someone and made Omi to upset to play with, and that's why I was there. And I accidentally brought Omi back-like woke him back up and then the guy wanted to know stuff and said if I didn't tell him he'd hurt Omi."
Aya was starting to look concerned now. "You had the same dream as him?" Pointing towards his room.
"NO! Aren't you listening! IT wasn't the same dream! It was THE Dream! We were both in the sAME ONE! I accidentally gave that guy the address to the shop!" Aya made another -What the fuck!?- face again. "And then…he wanted to know about you and Yohji, and I….I had to tell him."
"What." Aya sneered instantly grabbed him and giving him a fast shake.. God Aya guy was strong! Aya was scary like this! "What. Did. You tell him about me Ken." Aya sneered, his tone almost afraid he had said something important because then he would have to do something about it.
"Nothing I-I just that you two work in the shop with us and that Yohji was shot. That's all I said."
"That's it?" Aya asked worried.
"That's it Aya I swear. I never mentioned your sister. I-I would never ok." Aya nodded stiffly, worried about his sister before his own life. "BUt I-the things he said Aya. How could he do that. How could he…what he did."
"What'd he do?"
"Huh?"
"What did he do that was so terrible you had to rat us out." Aya asked nodding towards Omi as he spoke.
"He just, well we were in the auditorium...suddenly and he put Omi on the stage all alone and all the kids there were laughing and stuff-like hundreds of kids…it was just…bad Aya." Aya looked as though he was going to let his understatement slide, but he couldn't tell if Aya believed him or not. "I know it must sound absurd."
"I just don't understand how you could have the same dream. Your sure it was the same. Did you ask Omi Ken? Maybe his was different." Aya stated thinking this over as his face slid to a very frustrated Hannibal glare.
"Aya." He hissed. "Have you listened to one FUCKING WORD I'VE SAID!" Aya jumped with his scream, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "It was not alike! It was not similar! IT was THE SAME We were in the SAME ONE! AT THE SAME TIME TOGETHER! IT WAS A JOINT EFFORT YOU DUMB ASS!"
"Ken." He stopped panting when Aya slowly growled his name. "Your starting to piss me off."
"Well I am sorry!" He choked. "You're a little irritating yourself!" Aya didn't apologize, but he got an -I'll try a knew tactic- nod before glancing into the hall with Aya as his bedroom door shut and Mr. Brine appeared with Omi stiffly behind him.
"I am taking him to school, finish the bathroom you two. " Mr. Brine ordered
"Sir-" Mr. Brine stopped from where he was going to head down the stairs. "Do you mind if I-if Aya and I come?" He asked and both Aya and Mr. Brine instantly made a face. "Just for…a breather? Kinda tense here?" He asked.
"And leave Kudou by himself?" Mr. Brine snort. "Not a chance in hell. Get cleaning."
"How about just Ken then sir?" Aya quickly spoke and he turned to the red head surprised, and Mr. Brine was starting to look very suspicious. Glancing from him to Omi whom stood shakily with his book bag, and big pleading eyes.
"No." Mr. Brine answered firmly.
"What!" Aya snapped. "How come sir!?"
"Because Hidaka seems to make Tsukiyono more upset and if all I am going to get from you boys is crap about a nightmare. Than Tsukiyono goes to school! And I'll take him there myself to see that it's done, because We Do NOT Miss school because we have Nightmares!" Mr. Brine yelled at all of them before nodding at Omi to get going and Omi reluctantly started down the stairs, shifting his bag further onto his back.
"Sir! Please! I really want to go! I won't bother you for the rest of the day!" He said following Mr. Brine down the stairs with his pleading, and the man's steps faltered with that particular promise. The deal was enticing for Mr. Brine whom had to deal with him so often. However it took all of his pleading until Omi was actually climbing into the car when Mr. Brine shot a finger at him and a -You can not say ONE word. And your to sit in the back.- He was just grateful to be able to come, so he climbed in and sat in the very back while Mr. Brine and Omi sat in the front. His jaw locking as the man glanced into the rear view mirror and gave him a -Not. One. Word.- glare. He nodded buckling up as the car backed out and they drove in silence up until the point where he could see the school.
He leaned closer to the window to see better because he'd never seen Omi's school, but Omi just fixed his eyes on his lap squeezing the strap to his bag for all its worth. Mr. Brine pulled to the curb in front of the busy building and parked before turning to Omi. "Have a nice day Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine smiled and Omi was silent, flinching where he sat like he didn't know what to do before looking up.
"I-I..I.." Omi stuttered
"Get out of the car son." Mr. Brine ordered nodding softly towards the school as Omi's hand slipped to his buckle and instead of undoing it, Omi squeezed it as though to keep it locked.
"I-I can't. I-I can't please I don't want to go today sir." Omi whimpered.
Mr. Brine nodded gently. "Ok. Your points been taken Tsukiyono. Now get out." Omi's face started crashing with the words, and he clenched his jaw quickly. "Out now Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine ordered softly, but Omi's head shook no for the slightest second. Omi wasn't willing to move, but he didn't want to argue and Mr. Brine was quiet for a moment just watching Omi's body clamp itself to his seat. Squeezing his buckle and his bag as Omi pulled air through grit teeth. "Your disobeying my order Tsukiyono. Are you aware of this?"
"Yeeess. But sir pleeeaasee." Omi begged.
"So your aware." Mr. Brine quickly continued, ignoring the fact that Omi looked like he was breaking down. "And your aware in a minute I am going to pull you from the car and make you march into the school?"
"Ohh ahha nooo." Omi started crying on instant, switching his one hand from squeezing bag, to squeezing seat. "Nooo ahhha noooaahhaa nooo noo." Omi cried shaking his head at Mr. Brine who was starting to frown with a world of confusing frustration because he couldn't see why Omi was upset.
"You have to go to school Tsukiyono. It good for appearances." Mr. Brine began kindly but Omi just choked a reluctant hiccup and jumped when the man suddenly unbuckled and got out.
"Ahh! Ken! Do Something!" Omi yelled, and his body flinched with the sudden yell to him as Mr. Brine walked around the front of the car to Omi's door and opened it.
"Unbuckle." Mr. Brine nodded at Omi's big blue eyes leaking tears down his cheeks as the boy backed into his chair before squeaking as Mr. Brine yanked his hand from his buckle and unclipped it before grabbing Omi and pulling the thin boy out.
"Ahh!" Omi yelled slightly as he was shoved towards the school, and it was then he saw Mr. Brine jump for maybe the first time in his life. Right when Omi stopped dead and shot back towards the man with his cry. "Pleease don't make me go. Please I'll do anything you want sir. I'll do anything you say I-I can't go. I can't. I can't go." Omi was whispering his whimpers as he pleaded. Trying to keep his head ducked down so the dozens of kids goofing off in front of the school, and getting dropped off on either side of them hopefully wouldn't notice.
"Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine grabbed Omi's arms and shook him for a moment. "How old are you?" Mr. Brine whispered not unkindly.
"I-I am a fifteen sir." Omi whimpered, trying to step closer to Mr. Brine so no one would see him crying.
"Fifteen." Mr. Brine repeated giving Omi a stern look and the boy nodded. "And your crying in front of your school, because you don't want to go in?" Omi's face just caved to a long silent sob then, and Mr. Brine continued stairing at him. "You're an assassin in training. Crying because you can't go to school. Is that right?"
"I-I am sorrrry siiiir." Omi cried, his head falling forward, crying to the ground where he stood. "Plleeeaasseee don't be assshhaaammmeedd of meeee. I-I I'll maaake up the dissaappoointment siiir. I'll work sooo hard."
Mr. Brine nodded suddenly, as though he had seen enough. "Get back in the car." Mr. Brine said quietly patting Omi's back as he ushered the boy to his seat. Omi scrambled back in hiccupping excessively, while trying to keep his face ducked from sight. "It's alright get back in." Mr. Brine reassured shutting the boy's door and starting back around the car with a heavy sigh before climbing into the drivers seat and running a hand onto Omi's shoulder. "What have I said about you being a disappointment Tsukiyono."
"I dunnooo." Omi cried, wiping his face with his hands while keeping his face hidden down so the few kids who did notice couldn't get a good look.
"Yes you do." Mr. Brine nodded softly starting the drive back to the shop slowly so Omi would have some time to calm down. "What have I said."
"Thaaat I am nooot." Omi cried.
"That's right. Never at any time are you to assume that your are a disappointment to me understand Tsukiyono?" Omi nodded. "Unless I look you in the eye son, and tell you, you are. You are never to assume other wise." Mr. Brine nodded heavily as he finished off his speech, before remaining silent until they pulled back to the shop and parked in the garage. "Now Tsukiyono. Are you a disappointment to me?"
"Yes-No. I mean no sir." Omi answered and Mr. Brine watched Omi sit there and wipe his eyes for a moment before he got out and started around the car again. "Hidaka get in the house." Mr. Brine ordered opening Omi's door and the boy looked startled and unsure. "Tsukiyono's going to take a walk with me."
"I am sir?"
"He is sir?"
"Is My Team DEAF!?" Mr. Brine grinned at them, pulling Omi out and swatting his back so Omi almost fell. "GET MOVING! OR I'll have You Both Fitted For HEARING AIDS!" He nodded, high tailing it back inside and directly upstairs to Yohji as Mr. Brine and Omi disappeared. The second he stepped foot in the room both Yohji and Aya looked up at him.
"What happened?" The both asked in unison.
"Omi didn't go." He deadpanned.
"Didn't?" Aya repeated with a frown sitting up from where he lay on his bed next to Yohji who was eating a plate of eggs. Since a few days ago when they had all sampled Aya's eggs, they had been in high demand. "What happened?"
"We went to the school and…Mr. Brine didn't force him." He explained. Well that was the understatement of the year.
Aya and Yohji were both silent, frowning skeptically at him because they knew better before Yohji snort. "Bullshit Ken. What really happened." He sighed.
"Omi wouldn't go, and when Mr. Brine tried to make him he got too upset so we came back." He admit and both Aya and Yohji looked more satisfied with this answer.
"So in your dream. Omi was harassed in his school?" Yohji asked.
"In front of the auditorium crowd." He confirmed. "Royce said that…it was…a…rejection? And something else that Omi was most afraid of." He shrugged.
"Rejection?" Yohji snort forking up some eggs. "Rejection from what? It's not like he's asking any girls I know of." Aya frowned and shoved the blonde. "What? Aya. You know what he's talking about?" Yohji asked and Aya nodded softly. "Then enlighten us? Because as you can see Ken and I are perfectly normal Haha."
Aya only frowned at the comment before speaking. "Rejection from peers, most likely. Omi must feel inadequate in comparison to either us or other things." Aya mumbled softly.
"Why the hell would he feel inadequate?" He frowned, running a hand through his hair. "He doesn't sound so inadequate when he's nagging at us."
"He nags alright." Yohji snort, smiling as he ate another forkful of eggs with a loud hum of approval. "But what we should be worried about is this Royce fella. If he is the one supposedly running our chibi like a video game." Yohji added.
"Not just Omi." He muttered and Aya and Yohji both looked at him. "Me too. He said he was in my dream but it was too boring for him."
"Ken." Yohji snapped at him like a mother would to her child telling a tall tale.
"Do you both realize if what your saying is true. It's not that he's in your dreams, it would be that…he's in your head…and that is impossible." Aya stated.
"It was Him you guys. I know. I met him and I know what he was like, and that was him." He shot defensively.
"Ken." Aya sat up with a sigh. "You just met him, and you and Omi said yourself you were both freaked by the other team. How do you know this is not just a way your subconscious is dealing with it? We studied this type of psychological upset Ken, that sounds more logical. Definitely more logical than some guy invading your mind. Can you be sure it wasn't your subconscious?"
He frowned, before speaking through grit teeth. "Gee Aya let me think. I'll just double check if my subconscious has ever threatened to publicly humiliate and beat one of my teammates in order to force me to tell me things." He growled and Aya looked annoyed his scenario was shot to hell.
"And Omi knows…everything you do Ken?" Yohji asked still skeptical.
"I think he does." He nodded. "I do guys. So that means…that guy was in my head, and in his head and knew it. He knew it and used it to his advantage."
"So why did he want to know us?" Aya asked, and his face tensed as he bit his lip slightly, like a kid caught in the cookie jar. "Ken?" Aya's voice firmed with a squint.
"He said he would never be able to play with someone he never knew. I don't know what he was talking about, all I know is that I felt like…like I was selling you out."
Yohji sat up quickly, wincing a moan with his motion before glaring at him. "KEN! He means he wants to get in our heads too!" Yohji yelled at him.
"Yohji stop. You-we don't even know if this is true. It's insane." Aya reassured, pressing at Yohji's chest to get the blonde to lay back, but Yohji shoved Aya off.
"Inside my head! INSIDE! If he's anything like you say…" Yohji trailed, and he went to Yohji's side as he started breathing hard, his eyes welling with tears. "Asuka I-memories from Omi's past, my memories of her. OF HER!"
"YOHJI!" He grabbed the blonde with Aya as he racked with sobs, unable to speak clear enough for them to understand while he continued trying to tell them something. It took both him and Aya to hold Yohji's strong arguing until the pale blonde became too weak. After seven minutes of hard bawling and struggling, he fell to a deep sleep that for a minute made them freak when they thought he suddenly lost consciousness. So he decided he'd stay and just sleep with Yohji so Aya left and wondered downstairs.
Coming back after about four hours with Omi, and he grinned when he noticed they were bringing food. However, Yohji was still dead asleep so they relaxed around the bed and practiced holding their breath. Something Mr. Brine had ordered them to remember to do during their spare time. Then at the end of the week they were tested to see how long they could do it. What seemed absurd was proving useful because now after a month they could see their times increasing. It was a game they found enjoyable, the competition of it fun because while you held your breath, you could also engage in a staring contest where you tried not to laugh and loose. So far Aya had them all beat with a minute and forty eight seconds, then Omi with a minute seventeen. Him with a minute two, and Yohji with only forty eight seconds. Mr. Brine couldn't figure this, but they all knew it way because Yohji couldn't lay off his occasional cigarette, and now with Asuka gone, both he and Aya had to deviate twice to pick them up. It wasn't so bad though.
He grinned at the stop watch watching Aya and Omi stare at each other as they held their breath. The numbers and seconds slowly climbing. "One minute." he announced and Omi's face was starting to look tight, but then again so was Aya's. "One ten." Omi's fingers curled into the blankets more and Aya wiggled his nose at the blue eyes, watching them smile slightly. Fighting to keep a straight face as Aya crossed his eyes and wiggled his nose. He chuckled glancing at the stop watch-it was one thirty and Aya and Omi hadn't seemed to notice while goofing off. "Haha you guys are just retards." He said before glancing at Yohji as the blonde woke up and smiled as Omi puffed his cheeks out with air and pushed his ears out like dumbo.
"Hahaha! Huuuuuu." Aya burst out laughing for a split second before sucking in air, while waving at him to let him know he was out, and Omi followed with a forceful exhale and hard inhale that sent him coughing.
"Aya one forty five and Omi one forty seven."
"(Cough) Me?" Omi choked pulling the stop watch from his hand and looking at it. "I beat my time guys!" Omi exclaimed grinning at the small number.
"YEah." Yohji grunt taking the watch and clearing it. "And only because Aya was graceful enough to imitate our favorite woodland creature..." Yohji looked up and gave Aya a soft pleasantry smile. "..A harmless bunny wabbit."
"Hahah." He chuckled shoving Aya's frowning shoulder and the red head brightened a bit while still annoyed Omi was the victor. Aya just nodded and took his watch which they were using to keep time and slipped it on. "That's a nice watch Aya." He said eyeing it. "How much?"
"It's tacky to ask Ken." Aya stated and he frowned before muttering a -How much- in a low growl. "One Twenty."
"Wheew." Yohji whistled taking a better look at Aya's watch now and nodding with approval. "We're getting spoiled and fancy aren't we Aya."
"That's nothing." he grinned throwing a thumb at Omi. "He just bought some type of pillow for thirty eight. Talk about spoiled and pampered."
"Shut up Ken-kun." Omi swatted him with a smile. "Why shouldn't I be comfy."
"Mmm." Yohji wiggled into the sheets with a grin. "We're getting so conspicuous but I do love our dangerous play. Ordering things off the internet couldn't be better. Can't stop…Someone stop me."
"Don't look at me." He said raising his hands while shaking his head. With all the money Omi had found in their bank accounts he was just itching to buy things. "As soon as I can I am going to buy myself the best motorbike.'
"A bike?" Aya and Yohji made a face.
"No Ken, chicks dig cars. No girl wants to ride in the wind getting hit with bugs. Messing up their hair. Yeah, see if they'll be in the mood dirty." Yohji scoffed. "No, what you want is a smooth car that says…you have no idea how big I am, but now you can at least make a decent guess."
"Psh." Omi snort at the comment. "Like your car Yohji-kun?" Omi added sarcastically, but Yohji winked while snapping his fingers into a little gun.
"Exactly like my car Omi, you couldn't be more right." He sighed when Yohji sent him a -See- look, as though he should be consulting more things with Omi. Yeah right.
"Well I like bikes so that's what I am getting. I'll guess I'll just have to wait for a girl who likes bikes too."
"Ken likes it rough." Aya said teasing.
"Buff biker chicks Ken?" Yohji laughed before they all turned towards the door as Mr. Brine came in slowly. Hanging in the doorway for a moment with a slight smile of pride hanging on his lips. The one he always got when they were together without argument, or insulting, or dirty looks of any type. "Are you feeling better Kudou?" Mr. Brine finally asked.
"Only in the best company sir." Yohji sighed.
Mr. Brine grunt at the comment, walking in and over to the bed and smiling at all of them. They all imitated in their own way, except for Omi who kept his eyes fixed downward. "I don't want you all just lounging up here with Kudou all day. Yes his health is important, and yes keeping him company is important but there are things for you all to do. This break has lasted long enough. With Kudou down the new schedule will be as follows. Hidaka your running the green house, Fujimiya the store, and Tsukiyono you have everything else." They all nodded getting up with a sigh and sending Yohji customized departures.
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Hours Later
"Do you know how many people it takes to run the green house?" He asked giving Aya a look from where the red head was calmly standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth. Aya turned to him with the question and continued brushing while he tried to massage all of him. "Do you know how many people Should be Running the green house!?"
Aya stopped brushing for a moment, pulling his brush from his mouth with a sudsy "How many?"
"More than ONE!" He snapped. "It takes More than One person to run that place! I feel like someone fed my body through a meat grinder!" He frowned at the sudsy monotone -How awful- Aya muttered as Omi trudged in and filled a cup with water from the sink before pulling out the aspirin. "Omi. Do you know how many people it takes to run the green house?" He asked frowning at the thin boy currently shaking two aspirin into his hand.
"I am tired Ken-kun." Omi muttered monotone.
"Just guess. How many people do you think it takes to run the green house?" Omi sighed hard, tossing the aspirin into his mouth as he shut the bottle before picking up the cup. Taking his sweet time in drinking and putting the aspirin away before muttering a -how many?- "More than One!" He snapped as Omi started trudging back from the bathroom while Aya started rinsing his mouth, so he wondered into Yohji's room. Yohji cracked an eye and soft smile as he walked over and flopped onto the bed with his face flat down in the pillow. After a few seconds someone gave his shoulder a soft shake and he growled before rolling over and looking up. There stood Omi staring down at him in his pajamas before shifting uneasily. "What is it?" He muttered.
"If I…see you again. Wake me up." Omi muttered and he frowned slightly when the blue eyes captured his. Those big blue pools of pleading concern. "Wake us both up Ken-kun. I don't want to…see him ever again." Omi whispered and he nodded softly as Omi just took a step back before silently leaving . He turned to Yohji when Omi disappeared and cocked an eyebrow slowly.
"Do you still think I am making this up?" He asked.
"I never said you were KenKen." Yohji mumbled, already falling asleep. "You know I…I trust you."
"Yeah." He sighed rolling back over and snuggling under the covers. "I know you do."
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Ok I hope everyone liked this one! I know it seemed a bit stressful for some characters-BUT! The next chapter is sooo awesome! I guarantee it will have you laughing at Something! My sisters died laughing-so I am sure you'll all love it!
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Get ready for Chapter 19!! (My favorite chapter!!!! My favorite chapter!!!!!does happy dance) LOL!
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Titled:
It's All Fun and Games Till Someone Looses an Eye
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It's a riot!!!.--Please review!!!! (If I get a lot I'll post it sooner wink wink )