Omi walked down the icy streets. It was very late at night, and no one but him was out. No one but him was STUPID enough to be out at two in the morning in what was trying to be an extremely large snow storm. However, he had a perfectly good reason to be out there.
Aya had yelled at him. Aya never yelled. Never showed any emotion to them. But when he'd dropped the vase, Aya had rounded on him, yelling.
You IDIOT! How clumsy can you be?! Omi had been too startled to do anything except gawk. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, his cheek stinging from where Aya had hit him. Don't stand there, Stupid! Pick up the pieces!
He'd done as he was told. He was afraid Aya would hit him again. Then he'd run from the house. After wandering for a while, he wound up at the familiar weapons shop. He knew one of his friends from school worked there, and lived with his oniisan in an apartment above it. Maybe they'd take him in. Maybe.
Without warning, he was grabbed from behind. There was no one else on the deserted street, and he realized crying out would only make whatever was happening worse. Three guys stood behind him, grinning madly.
"Lost, little kitty?" For a moment, he was afraid that they knew he was weiss, but quickly saw that it was just their way of intimidating him.
"No. I know right where I am." Defiance. He could see immediately that this was a mistake. They grabbed him, and started beating him.
"Oooh...he feels like a little girl. He's so slender! I bet he screams like a girl, too..." The leader stripped him of his clothes. Omi realized what they were planning, had been planning it from the start. He was so numb from the cold, and the pain, both inside and out, that he barely felt it. Except when the leader shoved painfully into him. He screamed. They took turns, and then left him lying in the snow on the front door of the weapons shop. He couldn't find the strength to move. Breathing hurt. He was barely aware when the door opened, and someone lifted him gently, taking him inside.
Gradually he became aware of voices.
"We were too late..we didn't hear in time. Look at him..."
"Brad could have warned us, if he were here..."
"Didn't YOU hear them?"
"No. I was watching you."
Omi let his eyes flicker open. He realized where he was. He'd only been there a few times in the past, but he recognized it instantly.
"N...naoesan....?" Nagi jumped.
"Omi-kun..You're awake. Don't move, you've been beaten rather badly."
He cracked a grin. "I can tell." Nagi gave him a tender look, earning him a snort from his companion. Omi turned his head.
"Naoe-san's oneesan?" The tall redhead snorted again.
"Is that what he told you?"
"Schuldig, stop it. He's hurt. Mess with him later."
Suddenly the more recent events caught up with his half frozen brain. Tears welled up in his eyes. "You should have left me to die."
Aya had yelled at him. Aya never yelled. Never showed any emotion to them. But when he'd dropped the vase, Aya had rounded on him, yelling.
You IDIOT! How clumsy can you be?! Omi had been too startled to do anything except gawk. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, his cheek stinging from where Aya had hit him. Don't stand there, Stupid! Pick up the pieces!
He'd done as he was told. He was afraid Aya would hit him again. Then he'd run from the house. After wandering for a while, he wound up at the familiar weapons shop. He knew one of his friends from school worked there, and lived with his oniisan in an apartment above it. Maybe they'd take him in. Maybe.
Without warning, he was grabbed from behind. There was no one else on the deserted street, and he realized crying out would only make whatever was happening worse. Three guys stood behind him, grinning madly.
"Lost, little kitty?" For a moment, he was afraid that they knew he was weiss, but quickly saw that it was just their way of intimidating him.
"No. I know right where I am." Defiance. He could see immediately that this was a mistake. They grabbed him, and started beating him.
"Oooh...he feels like a little girl. He's so slender! I bet he screams like a girl, too..." The leader stripped him of his clothes. Omi realized what they were planning, had been planning it from the start. He was so numb from the cold, and the pain, both inside and out, that he barely felt it. Except when the leader shoved painfully into him. He screamed. They took turns, and then left him lying in the snow on the front door of the weapons shop. He couldn't find the strength to move. Breathing hurt. He was barely aware when the door opened, and someone lifted him gently, taking him inside.
Gradually he became aware of voices.
"We were too late..we didn't hear in time. Look at him..."
"Brad could have warned us, if he were here..."
"Didn't YOU hear them?"
"No. I was watching you."
Omi let his eyes flicker open. He realized where he was. He'd only been there a few times in the past, but he recognized it instantly.
"N...naoesan....?" Nagi jumped.
"Omi-kun..You're awake. Don't move, you've been beaten rather badly."
He cracked a grin. "I can tell." Nagi gave him a tender look, earning him a snort from his companion. Omi turned his head.
"Naoe-san's oneesan?" The tall redhead snorted again.
"Is that what he told you?"
"Schuldig, stop it. He's hurt. Mess with him later."
Suddenly the more recent events caught up with his half frozen brain. Tears welled up in his eyes. "You should have left me to die."