A/N: Oh my gosh! I apoligize for the super late update! My girlfriend just got married in NYC!! and I totally was busy being there for her. She's gay and her and her partner were married with 48 other couples in the middle of the city in an effort to bring pride and attention to the equal rights laws that need to go through. So I Apoligize to EVERYONE! and I hope you all like this chapter! Like I said snicker It's my favorite One!!! ENJOY!!
Chapter 19
It's All Fun and Games till Someone Looses an Eye
DivineAngel
The Next Mourning
"I am in pain. I am…in anguish. Are you looking at me Yohji?" He turned to the blonde as he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped from the shower. Watching the green eyes stop shaving and glance at him. "My entire body is killing me." He growled grabbing another towel and roughing his hair with it. "I feel like I've been…"
"Put through a meat grinder?" Yohji looked up quickly substituting words.
"I was going to say run over by a truck, but yes that too."
"Oh." Yohji frowned slightly, wiping his face now that he was done. "That was always your analogy before."
He shrugged tugging his shirt on. "I am expanding my horizons Yohji I-" he stopped as Omi quickly came in and shut the door behind him. Frowning at them as he held the door handle as though to prevent anyone else from coming in. "What's wrong with you?" He asked calmly.
Yohji sighed immediately "Don't even think it chibi. Whatever your trying to concoct with that desperate you-need-to-aid-me-with-my-plans face just forget it. Your going to school today for sure." Omi's face cringed immediately, turning to him because Yohji seemed unhelpful.
"No way. Don't look at me, your going to have to figure something out for yourself. I have enough heat riding my backside without adding yours." Omi's features tightened with more stress but his eyes focused.
"I-I am just going to tell Mr. Brine I don't feel good kay. Can you just…side with me?" Omi asked and he groaned a nod, and Yohji made a face, but he was already knew the blonde would support any of them. No matter how outrageously dumb the cause. Like for instance trying to weasel out of school when the only thing that saved you yesterday was the fact you were crying so hard you almost couldn't stand. "K thanks guys." Omi left just as quickly as he came, and they heard him head down the stairs already fully dressed while all of them were still in pajamas. They always ate breakfast in their pajamas because they didn't have school.
"Come on Yohji." he sighed as the blonde started back to his room as soon as he was done taking care of his mourning routine. But he wasn't about to let Yohji sulk in his room or even spend a moment alone. The minute they left Yohji alone he usually went down hill, so in a way they were taking shifts. "Come On Yohji.' He grabbed the blondes arm and started tugging him down the stairs after him and directly to the breakfast table. "Are you making eggs Aya?" He grinned at the red head at the counter making something, but Aya stopped dead at his request.
"Again?" Aya growled, annoyed with the monotonous routine.
"If it's not broke don't fix it, now come on! We're hungry!" he cheered with a smile as Aya sighed with disgust and pulled the eggs from the fridge. Aya sat them down rather roughly and with a dark frown which made Mr. Brine smile from where he was leaning into the counter with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. His eyes reading along and ignoring all of them, and especially their eager grins awaiting Aya's eggs.
"Sir?" Mr. Brine just nodded as Omi came in, his eyes still in the paper. "I don't feel well sir." Omi continued.
Mr. Brine looked up with Omi's words cocking an eyebrow as though he were humored with the statement. "Are you implying you may be too ill for education today Tuskiyono?" Mr. Brine asked calmly and Omi was silent for a moment before nodding. "Well then. We may play this card yet before the day is up son." Mr. Brine chuckled. "You may only stay home if you have a fever. Hidaka go get a thermometer." Mr. Brine said and he frowned sitting where he was until Mr. Brine glanced at him.
"But sir!" Omi quickly started protesting. "Most stomach upsets are not detectable with a thermometer, as well as many other small viruses until they reach a few hours in…sir."
Mr. Brine nodded, folding the paper up and laying it on the counter as he took a sip of his coffee. "True." Mr. Brine nodded his cup towards Omi and the blue eyes fixed on him. "That's a hundred percent correct Tuskiyono, I am glad to see your actually learning downstairs. Still, only if you have a fever." Mr. Brine said and Omi's face fell to a lack of know-what-to-do as he came back with the thermometer. He gave it to Mr. Brine whom slipped it in the small inch of mouth Omi provided after shaking it. Watching the boy stand there with his arms crossed over his chest, frowning down to the floor with the thin stick protruding from his mouth. "Fujimiya. Watch him while I get the car keys." Mr. Brine stated and Aya nodded as the man started up the stairs. They all watched the man disappear before he got up and went to the bottom of the stairs to cover as Aya ripped the thermometer from Omi's mouth and held it near the flame of the burner.
They didn't even need to plan it, hell they didn't even need to talk about it! The second Mr. Brine was gone Aya acted, and there he stood shifting his weight before quickly coming back to the table when he heard Mr. Brine coming, and Omi shoved the thermometer back into his mouth and resumed his original pout position. Mr. Brine walked in non the wiser and took the thermometer from Omi before looking down at the numbers. "Well Tuskiyono it seems your right." Mr. Brine sighed and Omi's face brightened even though he was supposed to look sick. Mr. Brine looked up at Omi as he lowered the thermometer before at all of them. "It appears you really are sick son, and you better not go to school today seeing as…you're a hundred and FORTY DEGREES!" Mr. Brine yelled startling Omi whom quickly licked his lips as Aya glanced around innocently before silently shutting off the stove. "How do you think that happened! Tuskiyono!?" Mr. Brine asked loudly. "Are you really a hundred and FORTY DEGREES!?" Mr. Brine yelled.
Omi was quiet for a moment before shrugging slightly. "I-I don't know sir."
"You don't know?" Mr. Brine asked raising his eyebrows and Omi's mouth gapped for a second before falling slack with no words. "Well then it must be the most obvious of conclusions." Mr. Brine suddenly said calmly. "Which would be…." the man trailed, motioning for Omi to fill in the blank.
"The-the thermometer is broken?" Omi offered, cringing slightly and Mr. Brine nodded a -There you have it- as he played along with a sarcastic smile.
"Yes. The thermometer is broken." Mr. Brine declared firmly. "Hidaka your going to have to get me another one you brainless child! Your brought me the broken one!"
He made a face starting for the basement before stopping. "But sir we don't have any others." He said vaguely remembering how Yohji had broken the last three fiddling with them. Apparently the concept they were glass alluded the blonde. In fact the only reason he remembered at all, was because Aya had yelled very loudly -Now! We only have One You IDIOT!- However, the idea they'd ever need more than one working oral thermometer had never dawned on them.
"Sure we do." Mr. Brine nodded. "Get one of them."
He made a face, standing there perplexed before glancing at Aya and Yohji for help. Aya just shrugged slightly and moved farther from the stove, and Yohji brought his fork down to the table annoyed he wasn't eating. "No we…we don't have any others….sir." He said again, trying to decipher if he was arguing as he tried to state in the nicest and most vague way possible they had broken the rest.
"Hidaka." Mr. Brine frowned, snapping a hand out to point at the basement door. "Get. Me. A. Thermometer now. Or it's likely Tuskiyono will Burst Into FLAMES With HIS Own BODY GENERATED HEAT!"
"But…" He trailed getting more and more confused. "You mean like a…a...rectal one sir?" His eyebrows raised a little and Yohji brought the fork down a few more times.
Mr. Brine shrugged slowly. "If that's what we have. Get one." Mr. Brine ordered looking even more humored with the way things were swaying. Omi's face on the other hand scrunched a little, but the boy didn't look all to concerned. Rather like he was just feeling this out, pretty confident Mr. Brine was bluffing.
He quickly went downstairs and got one of the thermometers they'd never used and handed it to Mr. Brine whom turned to Omi with a look, but Omi didn't say anything and seemed rather calm. "Let's go Tuskiyono." Mr. Brine ordered and Omi jumped as Mr. Brine brought a clamping grip to his thin arm and started pulling him up the stairs. His blank face watching until they were gone before turning around.
"Ok What's going on." He asked with a frown but Aya just shrugged and silently turned on the stove, while Yohji sat rubbing his eyes. Stopping mid rub as Omi quickly came back down the stairs with his bag and went straight to the garage.
Mr. Brine appeared next strolling down the stairs with a smirk and they all turned to the man. "It appears he's feeling better." Mr. Brine informed with a smile before tossing him the unused stick. "Put that back Hidaka, and please, don't be alarmed. It seems it was just a small minute bug. I hear those are catchy amongst your age." Mr. Brine said before chuckling all the way to the garage and disappearing as he turned back to Aya and Yohji. Yohji's eyes too turned from the garage to Aya before simply bringing the fork down a few more times. They needed a day off.
Thursday
"A day off?" Mr. Brine cocked an eyebrow at him and he nodded slightly, continuing to slowly cut the carrots they would need for their lunch.
"Yeah I just think that…well we've been doing a lot and…we could use a day off sir. Everyone has days off why don't we?" He asked.
"You mean you want to have a vacation is that right Hidaka?" Mr. Brine smiled now, humored with the request while thoughtfully turning it over and over in his mind. It wasn't like the boys really had time to have vacations. There was much to do, and the upcoming events were serious however… Mr. Brine turned towards the living room where Yohji was sitting alone and quiet. Kudou could use some more time with everyone. "Maybe your right Hidaka."
"I am sir?" He smiled, excited he was right and with the fact they just may get a vacation.
"Yes." Mr. Brine nodded before turning to watch Aya walk through when the small static sounds of music playing could be heard.
"That's great sir! Does this mean we get a vacation!?" He asked eagerly, watching Mr. Brine study Aya who was currently moving some plants while plugged into his disman. Where in the world? Mr. Brine through watching the red head before glancing back to Yohji and eyeing the watch on the boys wrist.
"Tell me Hidaka. Do you have much money?" Mr. Brine turned to him slowly, carefully choosing his question and nodding as his face just slid to a blank expression.
"Sir?" He asked confused and CRAP! What to say!? "Well I-guess that.." He stopped talking when Omi came happily bounding down the stairs with his own disman and music in his ears before tripping slightly when Mr. Brine reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt stopped the boy dead in his tracks.
Omi quickly pulled the earphones from his ears looking around confused before to Mr. Brine whom frowned. "What did I do! Sir!?" Omi whined slightly as Mr. Brine just sighed hard looking at the earphones in Omi's hands.
"Tsukiyono in our day and age many parents often put aside a…sum of money they add to, to aid their children when they no longer live at home." Mr. Brine informed and Omi nodded slightly. "Bank account college funds and such." Mr. Brine shrugged slightly, letting Omi's shirt go and the boy started straightening it where he stood listening. "This is the best example I can give you for why I gave, but did not tell you where your bank accounts were." Mr. Brine said sternly and Omi took a small little step away. "SO. Do you know what your going to do now?" Mr. Brine asked cocking an eyebrow at Omi's slumped expression. In a matter of seconds Mr. Brine had realized they not only found their bank accounts, but had started using them, and only one team member was smart enough to be responsible for all of that.
"Go downstairs and work my arms?" Omi asked cringing with his fait.
"For four hours. Now GET!" Mr. Brine shot pointing towards the basement, and Omi took off. Mr. Brine watched the boy go until Omi was out of sight before turning back to his raised eyebrows with a heavy sigh. "Hidaka for once your right on the button. I think a vacation would do you boys good. Tomorrow, I'll arrange for a weekend of activities. Just for you."
He swallowed slightly, Mr. Brine's tone was playful, but sly. "Ah…thank you sir." He muttered watching Mr. Brine just nod before strolling over to Yohji so he could hassle the blonde until he moved. Cool, a vacation.
Friday 1:47PM
"Here put this in your bag." Omi shoved a book at him and he started wedging it into his duffle bag as Aya strolled into their bedroom.
"I don't know about you Aya, but I am bringing everything I might need." He grinned, taking another book from Omi and wedging it into his bag before stopping mid-wedge with a frown. "No more books." He shoved it back.
"Ken-kun! They won't fit in mine, you have plenty of room in yours!" Omi shot as he took the book back.
"Omi." He frowned, pulling his bag from the thin hand that reached over to push it back in. "Bug off with your books. Your turning into a nerd." Omi frowned at his statement sighing heavily as he looked over at Aya and extended the book in his hand.
"No." Aya said curtly, hiding a satisfied smile when Omi stomped from the room to go see if Yohji would help him bring stuff.
"What did Mr. Brine say exactly Ken?" Aya asked and he shrugged, balling up some more clothes and pushing those into his bag over Omi's three books and funny looking computer thing.
"He said he would plan a weekend of activities." He shrugged again. "That's it. And I don't know what the hell he was talking about because I was asking for a vacation. So, either we're going to die this weekend, or we're going to relax…Either way, I am packing to relax." He said, quite pleased with himself.
"What if we're supposed to die?" Aya asked smiling as he stood up with his bag.
"Well then I dunno, I guess I'll die happy and surrounded with relaxing items." He grinned, but Aya just sighed and left as Omi came back and stepped on his bag to make it close. Yohji apparently wasn't being very helpful. "No luck with Yohji?"
"He doesn't answer me." Omi muttered bitterly.
He frowned with Omi's reply, it was soft and Omi didn't make eye contact. Sitting his bag down he started for the other bedroom, peering in to find Aya packing Yohji's bag since the blonde was uninterested with everything they were doing. "Yohji." He grinned walking in and directly to his good friend. Stopping in front of the green eyes that just turned to him dully. "What do you want to bring?" He smiled, waiting for an answer before trying again. "Come on, sexy or not so sexy."
"Leave me alone Ken." Yohji muttered monotone looking away from him.
"No. You have to come with us so you need to bring stuff. Aya what are you packing for him?"
Aya just sighed with the interruption. "Not so sexy." Aya muttered continuing to pack.
"Well you better put some sexy in there too in case he needs it right Yohji?" He nudged the blonde but Yohji simply shifted to be further from him, ignoring his comments. "Has he been doing this all day?" He frowned talking to Aya who nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?!"
Aya stopped dead with his outburst and looked over at his accusing tone with a squint. "Because. He does it All. The. Time. Ken. You're the only one whom doesn't realize it." Aya grate and he swallowed with Aya's cold words. The red head was starting to become greatly annoyed with Yohji's mourning. "It's not like we all don't have something to mourn about. You'd think he would quit acting like a child and learn to deal with it for Christ sake." Aya growled slamming something into Yohji's bag before turning to the blonde with a death look, but Yohji wasn't even looking at Aya. "Stubborn ass." Aya growled leaving the room with Yohji's bag and he sighed.
"Don't listen to him Yohji." He whispered crouching in front of the blonde whom slowly turned to look at him. He was the only person Yohji would look at when he got this way. "He's just…annoyed because he feels the same way about his sister. So just ignore him." He gave Yohji a soft smile, whether Aya acted that way because he felt the same for his sister he wasn't sure. That was what Omi thought, and why he left the entire matter alone. He himself didn't have an opinion, but Omi's seemed to make sense.
"Ken." He brightened the minute Yohji mumbled his name. "Go away. Don't talk to me now. I don't want to see anyone." Yohji turned from him again and he frowned.
"But we're leaving, you have to come with us. What are you going to do!? Keep your eyes closed the entire time!?" He frowned at the blonde whom simply sighed before looking up at him annoyed. "Yohji!" He screamed, trying to get the guy more annoyed. "COme on! We have to go! Let's GO!" Yohji got up and started for the bedroom doorway anxious to be away from him when he was so obnoxious and he grinned. That always worked.
He rushed back to his room and grabbed his bag, following Yohji down the stairs to where Aya and Omi were already waiting as Mr. Brine unlocked the car and let them all in. The back of the van was interesting because they had redesigned it the last time they were all in the car. In the very back was one long seat, then a set of two that looked the same as the driver and passenger. So there was a space between that turned itself into a little aisle. What they had done was turn those two seats around so they faced the back long one and made lots of open space.
"Where are we going sir?" Aya asked, when Mr. Brine started driving.
"It's a surprise Fujiimiya. A vacation for you all. Isn't that what you wanted?" Mr. Brine asked with a smile.
"Yes." He spoke up quickly, he defiantly wanted a break. An entire weekend of no moving flowers, or planting, seeding, cooking, or any crap at all! He could just relax, relax, relax.
"Well I am glad your so excited Hidaka." Mr. .Brine smiled. "Now relax boys, it will take us two hours to get there."
"Two hours?" He frowned towards the front and Mr. Brine just nodded. Driving mainly in silence, despite a few cell calls for almost the entire way. After the time announcement Aya, whom was in the backwards right seat turned his disman on. Yohji who was sitting next to him in the back seat closed his eyes and just remained silent. He slouched down in his seat and propped his feet up on Omi's chair, watching the boy give him a look.
"You won't bring my stuff and you think I am going to let you put your feet on my chair?" Omi gave him a frown but he only smiled.
"Yes." He answered with a grin and Omi sighed. Doing nothing about his legs as he reconnected to his own disman before falling asleep. He didn't feel like music, so he watched the scenery. They were leaving the city, soon the buildings and chaos became less and less, and the highways more and more. By this time Yohji was asleep, while Aya stopped to watch the scenery. He had slouched far enough to prop his body on Omi whom was too dead asleep to know. "We're leaving the city." He stated.
"I know." Aya answered him, continuing to look out the window. "Have you ever left the city before?"
"No." He answered, never pulling his eyes from the disintegrating population and introduction of wilderness. He had never seen anything outside the city. "Have you?"
"Yes. When I was younger. With my family." Aya said quietly, and he turned to the red head and smiled, watching Aya just look back at him before turning to the window. "It's nice." Aya said softly
"Beautiful?" he asked.
"…Yes."
3:01PM
"BOYS!" He jerked, waking up fast with the loud bark and Mr. Brine's grinning face that had parked the car and opened the van side door. "GET OUT OF THE CAR!" The man grinned at them, watching them all wake up fast, and Aya was out first since he was the closest to the door. Yohji woke up frowning at them, before slowly climbing out as Omi woke up rubbing his face before frowning at him.
"Ken-kun!" Omi yelled at him shoving his legs and feet off annoyed before pushing him so he could get out.
"You weren't very comfy anyway!" He laughed, watching Omi just growl at him as he reached back in for his bag. "Your stupid bones kept poking me hahaha." He hopped out, pulling his bag with him before frowning at all the wilderness. "Hey. Where are we?" He frowned confused, but Mr. Brine only grinned.
"THIS!" Mr. Brine announced pulling a bag from the trunk and into the grass for them. "Is for you boys." Mr. Brine informed, before walking back to the drivers side and getting in. "Have fun camping."
"Camping?" Yohji made a face now, suddenly speaking up as Mr. Brine waved, started the car and took off. Leaving them all in the middle of the woods with their jaws on the ground. "CampING!?" Yohji shot louder, slamming his bag down and running a hand through his hair. "Did someone pack my shampoo?" Yohji groaned, hand over his eyes rubbing his temples, and when their silence continued they watched the blondes teeth grit. "Great. Who's great idea was this?"
"Ken-kun's" Omi point at him immediately and Yohji and Aya both turned to him with evil frowns.
"Oh no it wasn't!" he shot slamming his bag to the ground too. "Don't think your all going to pin this mess on me! I said I wanted a vacation! I was thinking more along the lines of you know…" He turned to his right (trees, shrubs, squirrel)…turned to the left (lake, trees, birds, dirt) "A…A beach! Or something like that!" He exclaimed annoyed.
"You didn't tell him you wanted to camp?" Aya asked suspicious and he frowned, slumping his face annoyed to answer and Aya let it drop.
"Hey we have supplies." Omi said, and they all looked over at the exclamation. While they were arguing their youngest member had wondered over to the bag Mr. Brine had left them and had discovered they weren't completely abandoned. They had been left with tents, food, pots, and a single cell phone. "How long are we supposed to be camping out here you guys?" Omi turned to them with a frown and they all shrugged. "Well there's two weeks worth of food here." Omi informed a bit uneasily.
"WHAT!?" Yohji screamed before turning to him with a look that meant he'd surely die if they were out there for more than Two Days. "What else chibi."
"Um…a radio, and a cell phone, hey cool we each get our own tents! I call the blue one!" Omi called.
"No I call the blue one." He frowned starting forward so he could snatch the tent before Omi got to it.
"That's not fair Ken-kun I called it!" Omi yelled at him when he grabbed it grinning.
"Life isn't fair Omi." Aya said, silencing Omi's frown as he walked over. "I call the gray tent."
"Which ever is most sexiest someone reserve for me." Yohji waved at them wondering off towards the woods. "I am going to pick out the best spot."
"The best spot huh." He snorted, watching Yohji hold up his middle finger as it continued walking with a grin. "Make sure you don't get eaten by any bears Yohji! Hahah!" He laughed and Yohji stopped dead, and turned back towards them, and started strolling back with the same smile.
"Aya's going to go pick out the best spot." Yohji said and Aya sighed heavily.
"No I am not. We'll all pick it out. Everyone grab something. We're not coming back to make another trip." Aya ordered and they all started grabbing things. Following the red head towards the woods. They walked for a while before finally deciding the stuff was to heavy and dropping it all. "This wasn't what I had in mind." Aya frowned at them, but they just didn't care.
"Shut up Aya. I am sick and tired of carrying this crap." He frowned, unloading everything from his arms and Aya came right at him. "What!?" He yelled backing up when Aya smiled, that was scary! But the red head simply took the bag from his arms and pulled his Katana out. "What?" He frowned confused but Aya was thrilled to be reunited with his sword. He was already looking around at all the vegetation that needed to be…hacked.
"Cool! Our weapons are here too!?" Omi grinned reaching into the bag and pulling out his darts, arrows and bows before tossing Yohji's watch over. The blonde smiled slightly and they all imitated. A day when Yohji could smile honestly meant one of two things. They needed to get him back to the hospital quickly, or he had already taken enough of his medication he was ok. Considering the humor they had seen a half hour ago, Yohji had taken the medication in the car. "Here Ken-kun." Omi smiled and he took his bugnuks willingly. He might want to help Aya out, there was plenty of wild brush that needed to be put in its place.
"Aya! Wait for me!" He grinned dropping the rest of his bag and rushing after Aya who stood amongst the plants before swinging his sword out and sideways and clearing a five foot line along side of him with a smile. He wiggled into his gloves fast as Aya waited for him before joining the red head's destruction path.
Yohji and Omi watched them go, because neither of their weapons would really be as satisfying as far as ripping up shrubbery was concerned. "I guess we should set up camp while they're gone huh Yohji-kun?" Omi turned to him and smiled as he shrugged.
"Mine as well. G.I. Joe and Captain America over there look pretty engrossed chibi." Yohji sighed lugging the heavies bags over to where there was a small circular dip in the ground. "This looks like an ok spot." He grinned dropping the bag along side of Omi whom was pulling stuff out of Mr. Brine's. "Is there anything really good in there?"
"Like what Yohji-kun?" Omi looked up confused.
"Like a way for us to contact civilization maybe?" He frowned and Omi shook his head.
"No. There is a cell phone but I already checked. We'd have to hike a while before we'd get it to work." He frowned. "Of course…." Omi looked up at him with a sly smile. "I could turn it into a satellite phone with the equipment I brought myself."
He grinned approvingly and Omi drug his bag over, pulling out electronic gadgets. "Good job Omi." He smiled at the thin boy whom pulled the cell phone from its case, and turned to him happy he to be useful before taking a look at the medication in his hands with a blank expression. "Relax chibi, the doc gave this to me. It's nothing weird." He reassured as he took a few pills and caped the small bottle again.
"I know what it is Yohji-kun I…" Omi trailed before looking down and hooking some wires together.
"Oh so we know everything don't we." He chuckled rolling his eyes as he slid the little orange bottle back into his pocket.
"No. I know because I…used to take the same kind." Omi muttered before looking up at him, but only for a second. Omi was sharing a secret with him and he was a little startled. He didn't know what to say, and when he was silent for a while Omi just shift uncomfortably and looked away.
"Why?" He finally blurt.
"Why do you think." Omi frowned bitterly to his wires as his fingers danced amongst the pieces none of them understood. "For the same reason you take them. Can you tell me why you take them?" Omi looked up frowning, but he was just a little upset.
"Because…if I die…I'll see her again." He replied calmly, that was the reason he contemplated suicide. So he could see her again. "Is there someone…you want to see Omi?"
Omi just shook his head, grunting slightly as he snapped the cell phone into something he had just built. "What about the theory of reincarnation Yohji-kun? Don't believe?" Omi changed the subject and ignored his question gracefully.
"Absolutely not." He snort.
"Why not? Don't you think it would get a little crowded in heaven?" Omi asked calmly.
He smiled at the small voice and question that looked up to the trees as it moved an antenna. Like Omi might be able to see the satellite he was connecting to. "Crowded in heaven? Never chibi." He smiled at the thin boy whom sat in the dirt. "Everyone will be in there place. And everyone who deserves to be there will be. Lack of space is not a problem you ever have to worry about." He reassured and Omi stopped dead with the comment before continuing his work.
"How do you know when I die I'll go to Heaven Yohji-kun." Omi asked still eyes down in his electronics.
"I just know." He nodded leaning back into part of a rotting log and small shrub Aya had chopped over. "When I look at your eyes I know. And your going straight to heaven." Omi grunt skeptically and he grinned. "In fact, why don't you get out of here. Your starting to annoy me you little shit." He grinned, kicking some dirt forward with his foot and Omi turned around where he sat with a smile. "Annoying little cherub."
"Yohji-kun your getting close to annoying now." Omi's said gritting his teeth at him.
"HAhahah!" he started laughing before looking up at Ken who was running back through the forest like the hounds of hell were at his heels. And considering the conversation, he thought that analogy fit the situation perfectly.
"What's wrong Ken-kun!?" Omi stood up immediately, before frowning as he caught Ken's trying-not-to-laugh expression which came back and collided into the dirt, log and him in an attempt to stop before they all say Aya. A wet red head coming through the woods Katana out glaring at Ken.
"It was an accident Aya!" Ken laughed, scrambling over him, and he growled as part of him was stepped on. "I didn't know your were so close to the edge!" Ken laughed, standing still as Aya made it to them and just squeezed some water from his hair.
"Find the lake Aya?" He grinned at the red head whom just ignored his question.
"Did we ever!" Ken grinned, sitting down next to him catching his breath. "Oh it's great, not so clear but really warm. Makes me wish I brought my bathing suit."
"What!?" Yohji turned to him with a frown. "You plan to go on a relaxing weekend and you didn't bring your suit?"
"Shut up Yohji." He shoved the blonde with a frown. "Did you bring your suit?!?" He demanded and Yohji's face fell blank before looking over to Aya and Omi.
"Did anyone pack my suit?" Yohji asked calmly.
"YOhji-kun you could have fit half my stuff in your bag if you didn't bring even your bathing suit!" Omi frowned at the blonde annoyed he had to leave things behind he wanted.
"Chibi I don't want to hear anything about your text books, or when I get home guess where they're going." Yohji frowned pointing a firm finger at Omi's annoyed expression.
Omi just growled before muttering a -garbage disposal- under his breath when Yohji shot another -Guess!- "Well so none of us have our suits?" He frowned sighing heavily.
"No I brought mine." Omi spoke up and they all gave the boy a frown. "No one asked me what I thought we should bring! Ok!" Omi frowned at their dirty looks, continuing his contraption building before smiling a "There." and flicking a little switch so that the phone's buttons lit up. "Now we have a working phone, only…try not to use it a lot." Omi smiled standing up and they rolled their eyes.
"Yeah, who are we going to call chibi." Yohji sighed. "Hi Mr. Brine, I was just calling to say I miss you." Yohji teased in as girly a voice as the blonde could make. He shoved Yohji's sly grin when Omi only sighed because his directions were being mocked and started opening his maroon tent. "I really miss you Mr. Brine." Yohji continued trying not to laugh. "Can you bring me my bathing suit please? I don't know where it is on account of meanie Aya messed up my drawers, but if you could just look around. Hahaha." Yohji laughed and Aya chuckled as he pulled his gray tent apart and started constructing it slowly. He imitated, the blue was a nice color and Omi gave him another frown when the boy caught him putting it together. "Alright." Yohji frowned, pulling his nasty yellow tent from the bag. "I am not having this one. Someone switch with me."
"Hahah." He started laughing when he caught sight of Yohji's ugly tent.
"Omi, switch with me." Yohji turned to Omi but the boy just suppressed his laugh and shook his head.
"Hahaha No way Yohji-kun." Omi laughed.
"AHhh." Yohji growled. "No wonder your all so sexually frustrated. I ask you to pick out the sexy tent and you give me this dreadful yellow thing." Yohji dropped the tent to the dirt and walked over to the bag of supplies. "Someone better put that together for me because I just can't stand looking at it."
"But it matches your hair Yohji." Aya said smiling and he got Yohji's middle finger in a response.
"Shit." He swore as his finger went through a hole in his tent and everyone turned to him. "There's a hole in my tent." He frowned, showing them his wiggling fingers which easily fit through the side. "Are there holes in yours?" He asked watching Aya and Omi start looking over their tents. Yohji just looked at his with disgust and muttered a -Someone check my tent-
"Damnt. There's one in mine." Aya said, frowning as he showed them the large hole he slid his hands through.
"Mine too!" Omi frowned examining the hole before muttering a curse as he dropped his tent to the ground. All of them turned to Yohji now that they were done and the blonde glanced around before starting over to his tent and looking over it.
"Well now." Yohji turned to them grinning. "Isn't this funny." The blonde nodded, holding his tent triumphantly. "Mine doesn't have a hole."
"Can I share with you?" Omi asked raising his hand.
"This is what you get for trying to jip Yohji Kudou." Yohji nodded matter o' factly. "It should have occurred to you guys when you thought to wrong me it would come back to get you." Yohji scolded.
"We didn't wrong you. We gave you the yellow tent you ass." Aya frowned speaking threw grit teeth at Yohji's wide grin.
"I rest my case." Yohji snort, turning to his tent and slowly assembling it as they all watched with squinting eyes. "Well now you can't all share with me." Yohji said turning to them with a grin. "So I guess I'll have to come up with, a way to rank you. Which ever of you loves me the most wins."
"I am not playing." Omi frowned disgusted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Which ever of you doesn't love Yohji, sleeps in the dirt and gets bitten by the bugs." Yohji stated matter o' factly and Omi's frown washed away a little wide eyed. "Now judging by the size of the tent, and of course my slim frame. I am thinking maybe two of you can fit inside with me. Ken of course already has a spot reserved." Yohji stated and he grinned ear to ear when Yohji nodded at him, but Aya and Omi sent him death glares. "So it's all up to you two now. So Aya set up my tent, and Omi make me something to eat."
"Go to hell." Aya frowned, and Omi just sighed thoughtfully looking over the tents.
"You know Aya, I bet if we cut up one of the ripped tents, we could sew up the others with the scraps."
"What!?" Yohji frowned, but Aya smiled.
"Good Omi. You can share with me." Aya said patting Omi's shoulder and the boy made a face.
"Yeah lucky me. I'll just start fixing the tents." Omi muttered sarcastically, but Aya looked please with the outline of events.
"Fine." He grunt. "Then I am making dinner cause I am hungry." He started for the pots and pans.
"No!" Yohji grabbed him. "Its ok Ken. Why don't you set up our tent and I'll make something. Cooking's going to take longer and I need to get off my feet." Yohji said, trying to win him over with the thought he was doing Yohji a favor and…it worked. He was non the wiser everyone had assumed he'd start a fire, burn the food to hell, and possibly destroy what tents they had.
"…Ok." He finally shrugged, starting over to the tent and positioning it nicely as he started assembling. Yohji made dinner, stir fry Chinese rice, fried chicken breast and even chopped carrots. If there was one thing that Yohji was good at, it was cooking, and they all stuffed their faces.
"This is good." Aya said chewing away as he took more chicken and Omi quickly snatched the last piece so he wouldn't get an -I am older- speech which resulted in no food.
"I try to make everything I do delicious." Yohji replied with a smile as he kept eating.
"So we're just supposed to camp?" Omi asked, ignoring his silverware completely and using his hands to eat. Omi had gone through about four or five forks anyway, after clumsily dropping the last one he gave up.
"Yup." He nodded, swallowing all the delicious food so he could eat more.
"What's that mean? Camp. What do you do when you camp?" Omi asked.
"Well I am going to sleep after this." Aya said matter o' factly. "And if your sharing with me Omi, so are you. And you two better shut up or move your tent farther away." Aya ordered giving him and Yohji a frown.
"Geez." He grunt, and Yohji frowned.
"Goodness Aya, way to spoil the moment." Yohji teased.
"I don't care." Aya grunt matter o' factly. "I wanted to make it clear."
"Yeah right why don't you write it in stone, and then pelt us with your slab of unfun." Yohji chuckled, tossing some of his rice into the near by brush because he was full.
"Damn these mosquitoes." He growled smacking another one and flicking it off him. "I am being eaten alive out here." He frowned glancing around to see if he could kill any that went flying by.
"There's bug spray in the bag Ken-kun." Omi stated, not even looking up from his food and he grinned.
Grabbing the bottle and spritzing his arms before rubbing some on his face. "Do you want some?" He asked offering it to Yohji but the blonde made a face.
"Get that away from my beautiful skin Ken, it causes cancer." Yohji spit.
"It's only been linked to cancer." Omi corrected, before throwing the rest of his carrots into the woods. "I am so stuffed." Omi said satisfied.
"Your not going to get cancer and die if you use it once." He sighed rolling his eyes but Yohji just shook his head. "Fine, better them eating you than me." He grunt, tossing the bottle back into the bag as Aya got up and started cleaning the dishes. "How are we supposed to clean this stuff?" He frowned and Yohji just pointed to Omi's bag.
"Did you bring the sink Omi?" Yohji asked with a laugh.
"Nooo." Omi scowled giving Yohji a look.
"Alright fine. We'll just have to use the washing machine, cause he brought that. Hahah." Yohji laughed.
"Hahah." He laughed too, but Omi just spit some of his rice towards them and Yohji jumped to get away.
"Ha." Omi snorted and they shut up. "I guess we'll have to…collect some water or something." Omi concluded, chewing the rest of his food with a threatening squint towards Yohji. One that almost read, I could spit at any time.
"Tomorrow." Aya ordered, as though none of them were allowed to make an attempt to wash dishes tonight, and they were more than happy to comply.
"Or we could bring them down to the lake." He suggested. "Wash them there."
"Tomorrow." Aya repeated, stacking the dirty dishes with Omi's help before washing his hands with the moist towelets they had before retreating into the patched tent like Yohji and him and managing with the thin blankets and pillow that came along. So far camping hadn't been so bad, in fact it was kinda fun.
6:00 A.M
He was awoken with the sounds of other people awake. Closing his eyes he hoped to push the sounds of Aya and Omi further away before smiling as Yohji groaned a -Loooud idiooots- from where he was lying next to him trying to sleep. His eyes closed, half asleep listening to Aya and Omi talk about how good something was. -It was easier to make than you'd think- Good. -Yeah it took me all of three seconds, I could make more if I had enough stuff- He opened one eye, Aya and Omi were eating without him? And when Aya muttered another -Good- he started getting up. There was no way he was going to let them eat all the breakfast.
"Ken!" Yohji barked at him when he accidentally stepped on the blonde for a moment as he made his way to the tent door and stumbled out into the dirt in his wife beater and loose cargo shorts.
"What are you guys eating?" He demanded glancing around sleepily, but both Aya and Omi looked at him as though he were drunk.
"We're not eating anything Ken-kun." Omi frowned slightly, and it was then he noticed the satellite phone Omi had made in his hands and Aya's interest. The phone? They were talking about the phone!?"
"Ahh." He scowled when he got the whole picture. "Well I am hungry you guys!"
"So." Aya gave him a low squint, like he better not be implying he should start cooking something.
"Well I-" He stumbled forward as Yohji suddenly shot out of the tent before whirling around to look at it as though it were an alien. "YOhji!?" he yelled mad he was startled.
"There was a Bug IN there This Big!" Yohji shot, making a space about nine inches long between his hands. "It was almost touching me!"
"No there wasn't." He frowned rolling his eyes at the exaggerating blonde before Omi backed up.
"Ew Gross Yohji-kun! It's on your back!" Omi yelled, pointing at Yohji's back with a grimace.
"WHAT!?" Yohji freaked, arching his back a little before tearing his shirt off and they all watched the fattest centipede they ever saw crawl off into the brush. "THat's Disgusting!" Yohji screamed.
"Ah! There's another one on you!" He frowned pointing to Yohji's pants and the blonde quickly hopped up and down and backed up as that centipede went running to. "Wow Yohji, you weren't exaggerating were you." He looked up from the dirt with a smile but Yohji looked as though he thought this was all dreadfully un-fun.
"That is the most…." The blonde just trailed backing up from his shirt a little more and sighing heavily before turning to Aya. "You know Aya you'd think you'd be a little more sympathetic." Yohji frowned but Aya just growled and turned back for his tent. "Aya don't move. You've got one of those nasties on you too." Yohji suddenly made a face, staring at Aya with wide eyes.
"No I don't." Aya just ignored Yohji before Omi shot a -You DO!- as well and the red head stopped dead.
"I told you guys you should have worn the bug spray!" He yelled as Omi grabbed stick and made a move towards Aya.
"Get away from me Omi." Aya growled before jumping as the bug twitched once before wiggling all it's little legs as it crawled from Aya's back to his side. "Get it off me!" Aya shot.
"Ok Aya!" Yohji moved to the red head, reaching forward a little as though to swat the thing off. "Just...hold still." Yohji made a fast swipe before quickly yanking his hand back and instead of knocking the bug off, it flexed some of its legs and Aya stiffened. "Ok! I'll do better this time." Yohji reassured trying again and brushing Aya's side and the red head jumped out of his skin. "AyA!"
"He's ticklish Yohji-kun! Try not to hit him!" Omi shot trying not to laugh at the sight of Aya cowering from a bug, as Yohji tried to get it off without actually touching it.
"I am not. Just get it off me." Aya growled, staring down at the bug before jumping as one of Omi's darts suddenly impaled into the nasty thing. With a small crunch its little legs detached and it fell into the dirt with a nasty thud.
"I got It!" Omi grinned rushing over and looking down at the bug on his weapon.
"Omi!" Aya frowned, and Yohji swat the boy in the back of the head. "You almost stabbed me."
"I killed the bug didn't I!" Omi shot back defensively. Shoving Yohji away before picking up his dart slowly and looking at the oozing carcass before dropping it back into the dirt with a small gasp as the bugs legs suddenly twitched.
He frowned. "Well I have had enough of this. I am going to go wonder into the woods, take a piss and swim." He said.
"You can just go streaking Ken. This could be a public place." Aya stated, sitting down for a moment to relax after the stressful bug and tickling.
"I doubt it Aya. Has Mr. Brine ever taken us to a public place besides the police building?" He asked and everyone was quiet. "I thought so. Now I am going to go swim.""Me too!" Omi grabbed his bag and started after him and Yohji sent Aya a wave as he followed. The red head only sighed hard and followed as well, it was either that or be left alone, and idiotic company, was sometimes better than no company at all.
"WOO!" He cried, stripping off his clothes as fast as he could and jumping into the lake. "Ahh it's so warm!" He grinned, shaking his head when he resurfaced and flicking water around him as Yohji and Omi stood watching him with a grin.
"How warm!?" Yohji called slightly skeptical before walking over and testing the water. Even from where he was about ten feet out he could hear Yohji's approving. "Wow that is warm."
Omi was sold, and the boy started dropping his clothes before pulling his suit on and running at the lake. Jumping off the biggest rock like him with a delighted scream and splash. "Come on Yohji!" He closed his eyes as some of Omi's splash made it to him and sprinkled his face. Grinning at the boy whom resurfaced for air only to smile and wave at Aya whom seemed less entertained with the water than them. Yohji was taking the less aggressive approach and he just dropped into the water from the rock and started swimming out to them. "It's warm isn't it." He grinned at Omi whom made it to him first, and the boy nodded.
"It is. I don't think I've ever been in a lake before. Are they supposed to be this warm?" Omi asked with a content smile.
"How the hell should I know. I haven't been in a lake either." He answered grinning and shielding his eyes as Yohji made it to them both and started splashing.
"Alright." Yohji grinned at their wet faces when he was done. "How deep do you think it is?"
"Most lakes are supposed to be about thirty feet deep this far out Yohji-kun. But they often reach hundreds of feet." Omi answered, voice like an automated text book and Yohji frowned for all of one second before shoving Omi's head under the water and holding it for a minute. Laughing as Omi made a fast come back to the surface sucking in air before attacking the blonde and ripping at his hair.
"I bet I could reach the bottom." He grinned and both Omi and Yohji stopped wrestling to look at him.
"The bottom?" Yohji repeated smiling slightly as he cocked an eyebrow and looked down.
"I can't even see the bottom." Omi frowned into the dark lake water. "Actually. I don't think I could ever see the bottom you guys."
"Well I am going to go find it." He declared with a strong grin.
"And I am racing you." Yohji said, shoving Omi off and moving closer to him. "Count of three we dive."
"Your never going to make it Yohji-kun." Omi stated nodding where he was treading water. "You can hardly hold your breath and it's because of your nasty cigarette habit." Omi said matter o' factly and with the tiniest twinge of an I-told-you-so tuning.
Yohji turned to Omi slowly, his slumped expression frowning at the thin boy. "Omi. Where are you text books going if I hear that again?" Yohji asked, low and threatening.
"Ahh." Omi scowled, but Yohji just kept his eyes locked on Omi's thin face making the boy squirm before finally answering. "The garbage disposal." Omi reluctantly muttered before splashing Yohji when the blonde turned around and then back stoking quickly to avoid attack. On the count of three Omi watched both him and Yohji gulp air and disappear under the surface.
"Omi!" Aya called from the shore where he had finished washing everything, made a small fire, and was even boiling some water. "What are they doing!?" Aya called out.
"Racing TO The Bottom Aya-kun!" Omi called back, smiling at the red head whom frowned.
"Well Tell Them If Anything Goes Wrong I am Not Coming To Help!" Aya yelled back a bit annoyed.
"Ok! Aya-kun!" Omi said, turning back to where they had disappeared before frowning. "What About If I Need Help Aya-kun!?"
Aya frowned out to the small body in the water, watching Omi's face and tops of his shoulders treading before answering a small "Maybe." and jumping as both Ken and Yohji resurfaced. Ken laughing, Yohji looking around startled.
"Something touched me!" Yohji frowned at the water, and he couldn't help but laugh. It was just so funny!
"Nothing touched you idiot! Hahaha! Haha! You just couldn't take it that you were loosing! I think Omi's right Yohji, maybe you should control the cigarettes a little more." He laughed.
"Shut up Ken!" Yohji splashed him and he frowned. "Something touched me and it wasn't you." Yohji spit growling as he point at him but he could only laugh. Omi who wasn't sure what happened was smiling humored at how hard he was laughing and how ridiculous Yohji looked. "That's it. I am getting out." Yohji said with a frown before starting his swim back to the shore.
He laughed watching the blonde swim. "Wimp!" He yelled, but Yohji didn't stop swimming. "Idiot, nothing touched him." He mumbled under his breath.
"Maybe it was a fish Yohji-kun!" Omi called out but Yohji just made it to the big rock and started climbing out. "Well. Lets get out too Ken-kun." Omi said slowly starting to swim towards the shore.
" I guess." He followed, making the small fifteen foot swim to the rock and watching Omi start climbing out before jumping as he felt something touch his leg. "OMI!!"
"WHAT!!?" Omi screamed, almost falling off the rock startled.
"Something touched me!" He frowned looking down into the dark water while turning in circles trying to see what it was.
"It was probably a fish Ken-kun." Omi answered sighing relieved. "And you called Yohji-kun a wimp." Omi chuckled turning around to sit on the rock and laugh at him before frowning as he suddenly pushed back in the water when he saw the dark shadow skim by him. "Ken-kun?"
"Omi! Shark! It's a shark! Shit! What do I DO!?" He shot panicked moving for the rock before stopping as he felt whatever it was touch him again. "OMI!"
"I don't think Sharks live in lakes Ken-kun!" Omi shot panicked, quickly standing up and beckoning for him to come. "COme on out! I mean, Don't move!"
He started swimming before quickly stopping. "Omi! Damnt make up your mind! Ahh! It just touched me again!" He screamed flailing slightly and Omi started looking dreadfully panicked.
"Don't move! Curl your legs up to yoU or it will bite them off!"
"WHAT!?" HE screamed, curling his legs to him quickly and sinking lower in the water. "Ahh! I can't tread well like this!" He cried before looking over to the shore when he heard Yohji suddenly yell somewhere up in the woods. "OMI!" He screamed when Omi turned around and made a move like he would run towards the sound. "Don't leave me! I-" He choked, gulping water as he was suddenly tugged down a bit before released. "The shark just grabbed me!" He cried, trying to move from that spot without uncurling his legs.
"Ken-kun." He looked up at Omi's low and very serious voice. "Sharks can't grab you, something's wrong." Omi whispered, cringing when he heard Aya yell again. "Please swim this way or else…I have to go and see why they're yelling and leave you! Now come on!"
"Okay." He cringed moving forward a bit. He couldn't remember ever being so scared. The shadow that glided under him was like the dark monster from Jaws. Any moment it could just bite off his leg! And while that might sound funny, it was horrible, odds were he'd bleed to death, and even if he lived, he'd be without his leg! He would never be able to be an assassin then.
"Omi." He reached up for the thin hand and Omi pulled him up quickly. Helping him scramble onto the rocks shaking slightly as he turned back to the water. "Jesus, I don't think I am ever going to be able to get into a la-" he stopped dead when he saw something move from the corner of his eye. "Omi." He grabbed Omi's shoulders and shoved the boy down slightly, hearing him hiss when he pushed him roughly into the rocks. "I just saw someone." He whispered
"Ow Ken-kun." Omi whispered to him as he pushed up to see over part of the rock and used Omi as an arm rest. "What's going on?" Omi whispered.
"I don't know. Where the hell are my clothes?" He growled grit teeth looking around. Where the hell were-There! His eyes locked on them and he glanced around. "Can't investigate naked can I. Stay here while I grab my clothes." He ordered, before glancing at Omi. The boy was quiet but he could see his eyes wanted to protest, and his mouth wanted to tell him he was scaring him. "Yohji and Aya are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves." He quickly stated, hoping that would be reassuring.
"And so are we Ken-kun." Omi whispered, and he stopped dead for a moment. He turned to Omi and the boy smiled, making him imitated as he thought about everything that meant before quickly climbing over Omi and running for his clothes. Grabbing them and diving into the nearest brush as he wiggled into them. His eyes constantly scanning over the trees and lush vegetation with only the sound of his hard breathing, and his eyes lit up the minute he saw something foreign run through the bushes. God damnt, maybe Aya was right, maybe this wasn't so private after all. "Ken-kun!"
"What!?" He growled grit teeth as Omi suddenly shot by him, answering the loud KEN! OMI! That Yohji suddenly yelled from somewhere up ahead in the woods. No matter what he said, Omi wasn't going to stay, and all the boy gave was an invitation to follow and help. Help and follow, did he ever, scrambling into his shorts the entire way he burst through the vegetation Aya had cleared before scrambling to the ground with the sudden gun shots faired at him and Omi. "OMI! You stupid...son of a Bitch!" He screamed after the thin boy whom kept running, before throwing himself at the masked figure trying to strangle Yohji. "Shit." He cursed scrambling up before stumbling into the nearest tree as a few more shots went off and he was hit. The bullet just grazed him throbbing his arm with the sting of his missing flesh, and he grabbed it in pain and slumped into the dirt. Closing his eyes he waited for his enemy to approach because there was no way it would be able to resist seeing if it had really hit home and killed him. Within a matter of seconds he could hear the soft crunching of leaves under feet sneaking up. Yohji up ahead gasping for breath as he suddenly struggled free and Omi cried out as he was hit.
Come on. Closer. Closer! His brain screamed, his body tense and patient. COME ON! He closed his mouth to keep from screaming, from fidgeting because he could hear his team in need but he had to wait for this ass hole to come over. Just a little closer….bend down just a little more….lay your gun next to my head….try to blow my brains out when you feel my pulse…he smiled as he felt the fingers slip onto his wrist, and in one fast elbow, knee and then strong kick the body was over and out and he had the gun.
There was no need for him to check if the guy was still conscious, he knew there was no way. He was an assassin damnt. He tore through the remaining brush moving the gun in his hands so he could bring the barrel down on someone's skull and render them unconscious too before his eyes widened.
Aya was out, unconscious against a tree where he was apparently knocked while trying to help Omi. He had made it there in time to see the figure Omi was struggling with grab the wet boy and swing him over its shoulder. Slamming Omi's thin body into the dirt with impact dazing him long enough it could kill him. The masked guy laughed before kicking Omi in the ribs and laughing as Omi cried out in pain before Yohji attacked the guy.
How many of them were there? There was no way to tell. Why had they come? There was no possible explanation. What he saw was the past years flashing before him in an instant. And the minute the knife appeared his body decided for him. The cries from his angered un-consulted mind falling on deaf ears as he flipped the gun back around and raised it. In order to shield and maybe save Omi Yohji had moved in front of the guys blows. A position they were taught never to take, or willingly put themselves in. However, it gave Omi's choking and bleeding form that small 30 seconds he needed to drag himself up and away. That small 30 seconds of time where the knife appeared and the figure grabbed Yohji by the hair tilting his head back before he fired. And fired…and fired. The blade had barely grazed Yohji's neck when the figure fell dead and he froze.
"AHHH!" Omi screamed when the gun was firing, whirling at Yohji terrified as the blonde cringed with the knife and tightened as though he were the one in fact being shot. "YO-YOHJI-KUN!" Omi screamed when the figure fell from Yohji and Omi scrambling forward to the blonde groping his chest before turning to him. "KEN-KUN!?"
He said nothing. When Yohji and Omi turned to him, he said nothing. He couldn't tear his eyes from the body bleeding into the dirt. It was dead. Oh, it was so dead. Three bullets in its corpse. The first through its heart, so it would die faster than it could cut Yohji. The second in the spine of the neck, so in case it didn't die fast enough it'd be paralyzed, and the third through its throat, so it wouldn't make any noise. All of his bullets, perfect shots. Perfect hits. Even in the commotion, the slamming of his heart, the hair of a line Yohji was from death. Perfect. Skills of an assassin in training. Flicks of his wrist and finger that he had perfected below the very flower shop that covered who they were, but now…things had changed. He wasn't aiming at a stuffed body with bull's-eyes painted onto it. It wasn't a computer simulation, or paint ball arena. He had killed someone.
"Ken?" Yohji spoke, rubbing his neck. His voice raspy and hurt from being choked when the guy asked in a single word if he were ok, and what could he possibly do to help. "Ken?" He didn't answer, but the gun in his hands lowered with his arm before slipping into the dirt like the man he had killed. "It's ok Ken." Yohji quickly reassured.
"He's dead!" Omi cried dropping the wrist he had hesitantly touched to find the pulse. Spinning at him, before Yohji and then Aya. "Aya-kun!?" Omi cried out concerned as he hobbled to his feet and stumbled to the red head whom was barely conscious. "Come on Aya-kun." Omi whispered gently patting Aya back to life and watching the red head open his eyes and look up at Omi before jumping with his loud and sudden.
"AHHH!" He screamed, never more scared in his life and Yohji was with him instantly. "AHHYOHJI!" He screamed trying to shove the blonde away afraid, but Yohji just attached to him as though he were another part of his body.
"It's OK KEN! IT's OK!" Yohji screamed at him, restraining his violent shoving and hugging him close. "SHhh, relax. It's ok." Yohji whispered and there was a new part to him that he discovered inside Yohji's arms. When he was on the streets things had been hard, and he had learned to work around them. When he had first come here, he was tested, but somehow got through it. When Asuka died in the hospital and Omi had cried for Yohji in the hallway. He didn't. But now. Watching Omi slowly pull the figures wallet from its back pocket and gasp when it opened with pictures of the man's family, he didn't know what to do. He didn't like killing.
"NOOO!" He sobbed suddenly, attaching back to Yohji and the blonde just nodded turning them both around so he looked into the woods, and Yohji looked at Omi instead. "I Donn't Want To Be A mURRDERRRR!"
"Shhh Ken." Yohji hushed a little louder. Glancing around worried people would hear them. "It's not so bad." Yohji soothed into his ear.
"NOOO!" He screamed again. "NO I KILLED HIM! I DID! ME! I KILLED HIM! NO WAAAAY! I CAAAN'T!" He started shaking his head but Yohji just nodded, patting his shoulder where he held him.
"Sure you can. Look at Aya. He was a murderer before we met him, and we like him just fine." Yohji mustered a weak smile and Aya didn't even both to argue it was an attempted murder. The red head just sat in the dirt, holding his bleeding head as Omi took the wallet and all identification from the body. Including the brand tags to its cloth, the shoe size tag, the earring in his ear before grimacing with the fact the bullets needed to be removed too.
"I don't want to take out the bullets." Omi turned to Aya whom looked up groggily, expression as though he had just been slapped around and needed to either go to bed, or get laid fast. "Aya-kun there's blood everywhere. I never trained for this. I'll be filthy. And they're shaaarks in the laaake." Omi whined, feeding off his panic and slowly getting upset as Aya slid himself over to Omi's thin body and sat still. The close contact was enough for Omi, and it were as though Aya had said -it's ok, lean on me- That small scoot movement which drug a foots worth of dirt closer to Omi was the same in Aya's language, and Omi leaned into the red head quickly. Ducking his face from the bleeding corpse.
"One's dead?" Aya asked confused, his vision blurring to the blood pooling around in the dirt as he registered Omi's indirect whined request for him to take the bullets out.
"I-I knocked out two before I made it to you." Yohji answered the red head, hanging onto his sobbing body and Aya nodded, asking Omi how many he got and the boy pointed to the one slumped against a tree. Unconscious and pegged with a stick, Omi's dart substitute.
"Ken." Aya called him firmly but he shook his head into Yohji's shoulder. "KEN! It was self defense do you understand me?" Aya growled at him, like always taking the firm approach. The -you listen, and understand how I understand or I'll kill you in such a way…- tone. "KEN! LOOK AT ME!" Aya screamed at him.
"NOOO!" He screamed into Yohji's shoulder and Yohji pulled him a little tighter before growling to Aya that he didn't want to talk.
"LOOK AT ME!" Aya demanded and he peeked up just a little. Aya's violet eyes were fixed on him the way he imagined they would be. Demanding, firm and protective of him, like Aya was of Omi whom now wasn't allow to look at the body, never mind take the bullets out. The way he was of Yohji, by ignoring the blonde's age, giving him free will but not allowing him to assume command and therefore be bombarded with the stress and pressure that came with the job. The way he was for him, and constantly watched him so he wouldn't blunder things the way he watched Omi to make sure the boy wouldn't trip himself. Or at least catch him if it did. "Self defense." Aya growled. "Not murder. Not even attempted murder. Self defense. We can prove it if you need it Ken. We can prove it to everyone who might want to think otherwise. Do you understand?" He didn't answer and Yohji held him even tighter. Aya understood when he didn't answer that he would be ok. That in a few moments his face would blank over, and he'd stare at nothing like a zombie. Unable to fully comprehend what he had done, and therefore suffer his paralyzing perplexities. That he would sob himself into exhaustion, into a shell that would be his body while Omi called Mr. Brine and muttered a single soft -We need help sir- into the receiver before hanging up.
Then when Mr. Brine finally arrived with all the cavalry and Manx to boot, the man took one look at the body, and one look at him and knew what happened. All he did was nod sympathetically, hug his shoulder with his hand and mutter a -It's going to be ok Hidaka.- before waving his hand and issuing what they learned was the clean up team.
The men dressed in white whom came and collected every grain of soil contaminated with blood. Every leaf splattered red. Every shoe print that never should have been. They wrapped everything in tape, and collected everything in plastic baggies. Using small bristled brushes, and patient hands, the men in white deleted the event from everyone but him. Mr. Brine supervising everything, and answering all of Omi's questions before ordering them all into one of the vans the clean up crew had come in.
They didn't have to worry about their camping supplies because that was taken care of.
They didn't have to worry about their stuff, because that would be taken care of.
They didn't have to worry about people finding out because that was taken care of.
And they definitely didn't have to worry about who the man really was…because that too…was taken care of.
In the end they filed into the van and sat down, Yohji's arm around him, Omi's mouth itching to try and comfort him, and Aya glaring at everyone but them. Protecting all of them in his own way, while the body bag and evidence were loaded into the van parked next to them. All of their eyes watching before their van doors closed and Mr. Brine climbed into the front, and Manx climbed into the other van.
Her cunning features temporarily damped with the devastating effect the death of a random man had on their top group. Apparently in the future, they would never be able to make the mistake of depriving the boys from all the information that would accompany their targets and make those men, beasts of men she concluded as she rode in the van with the body bag.
"Randall." She finally sighed his name after the van had been driving for some five minutes, and she was sure there was no trouble with the other one. The boys would all be taken directly to a councilor and talked through whatever wrong they all believed they had endured. "Randall get up." she frowned now, and suddenly the body bag started moving, slowly unzipping from the inside before the masked figure pulled his mask off and grinned at her.
"I did good didn't I?" Randall grinned, sitting up quickly and chuckling at the blood that ran down his chest. "Look at how filthy I am! That brat shot me three times!"
"Efficiently too." she smiled, watching Randall beginning peeling his fake skin off revealing the blood bags underneath. "Everywhere he was supposed to."
"One of these days, these kids are going to have a real gun, and I am going to be in a shit load of trouble." Randall grinned flicking his hands slightly and splattering a little bit of the blood before offering Manx's pissed expression an apologetic grin.
"Well one of these days, our boys will find out the gun shoots blanks, and the trigger is really a timer that sets off your death. That the ambush is really a fake, and the lake is filled with our scuba divers." She sighed, leaning back into her seat as Randall wormed out of his body bag and started wiping the blood off. "Until then, you can continue dying and doing a good job. And next time, don't drop so dramatically will you?"
"Come on." He grinned. "It's all in the drop, it's the after effect. That's what I am going for. The still…then sobbing."
"Yes." She grunt slightly. "The family photos were a nice touch. Next time ask before you improvise. You almost had our youngest in tears when he saw them. He suffers from family, abandonment issues." She scolded.
"Sorry." Randall sent her a snort. "How about, family pets next time? Haha."
She groaned, turning to the small window on her right as Randall continued cleaning himself before taking his seat as well. It would be about two hours before they would make it back to the city and police station, and then she would have lots of counseling footage to watch, just to make sure every single one of her prized pieces made it through their first -ambush 001- drill successfully.
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