Mind Raped
disclaimers : i don't own any of these characters (unless otherwise stated). i didn't use them with permission, and i'm not making any money off of them. besides, if i owned them, why would i be writing fanfics about them?
(YAY!! i'm back! faster than i thought i would be. thanks ever so much to snowshoe koneko and evilcheshirecat for reviewing! {and motivating me to get up off my lazy arse and work} here is the rest, or at least an addition, to the story. )
Omi's eyes filled with tears, and he said in a dead voice, 'You should have left me to die."
Nagi couldn't believe what he was hearing. Omi wanted to die? But...why?
"Don't say things like that, Katzchen. Just because Aya took his bad mood out on you doesn't mean you should kill yourself."
"Omi-kun...What happened? Why were you out here so ..early?"
"Aya, one of the men I live with...He hit me. No one else even cared. I guess I just...walked out...And then I was here. You can guess the rest of what happened."
Now that he'd been told, Nagi noticed Omi's cheek was red, and swelling. He touched it lightly, ignoring Omi's hiss of pain. "I'll get you some ice."
"You wanted to die because he hit you?"
"Not just today. Not just him. I noticed it a while ago...since I met Nagi at school and started talking to him on a regular basis...They've all become more distant. Like the fact that I have a friend outside of.....outside of their little circle I'm suddenly not worth the effort anymore." Omi's eyes unfocused in thought. "I quit. I'm tired of it..."
Schuldig's curiousity overwhelmed him. He just couldn't resist another peek into the boys mind, and since Nagi was busy pottering around in the kitchen, no one would know.
Now....quitting what...the stupid flowersh--- WEISS!He recoiled as though he'd been burned. Omi was unaware of the mental intrusion and what the older man was now thinking. NAGI!! Get in here. We have a problem. You sure can pick them, can't you? You're little friend is a member of Weiss.
Schuldig heard a mug shatter as it was dropped in shock. Omi looked up. He had the distinct feelling that he'd missed something important but didn't know what it was.
"Nagi-san? Are you alright?" He walked into the small kitchenette. Nagi was kneeling on the floor, face white. He was trembling. Schuldig walked up behind Omi.
"You're lying." Nagi's voice shook with barely contained emotion.
"No."
Again, Omi felt there was something he should have been catching on to.
"Nagi?" Nagi looked up at him from his position on the floor. Omi's face was red from the cold, the beatings, and the tears. His eyes were puffy from crying. His lithe body was covered in the tattered remains of his clothing, and a blanket. He was sexy as hell.
My enemy....He's the enemy. The one person I want to...NEED to open to....Is the one person I CAN'T.... Suddenly Omi sneezed violently, throwing himself into Schuldig.
"G..gomen nasai..." he sniffled. It sounded muffled. Nagi thought his face was a little too flushed, even for what had happened.
"Omi?"
Nagi's shocked, worried face was the last thing Omi saw before blacking out.
disclaimers : i don't own any of these characters (unless otherwise stated). i didn't use them with permission, and i'm not making any money off of them. besides, if i owned them, why would i be writing fanfics about them?
(YAY!! i'm back! faster than i thought i would be. thanks ever so much to snowshoe koneko and evilcheshirecat for reviewing! {and motivating me to get up off my lazy arse and work} here is the rest, or at least an addition, to the story. )
Omi's eyes filled with tears, and he said in a dead voice, 'You should have left me to die."
Nagi couldn't believe what he was hearing. Omi wanted to die? But...why?
"Don't say things like that, Katzchen. Just because Aya took his bad mood out on you doesn't mean you should kill yourself."
"Omi-kun...What happened? Why were you out here so ..early?"
"Aya, one of the men I live with...He hit me. No one else even cared. I guess I just...walked out...And then I was here. You can guess the rest of what happened."
Now that he'd been told, Nagi noticed Omi's cheek was red, and swelling. He touched it lightly, ignoring Omi's hiss of pain. "I'll get you some ice."
"You wanted to die because he hit you?"
"Not just today. Not just him. I noticed it a while ago...since I met Nagi at school and started talking to him on a regular basis...They've all become more distant. Like the fact that I have a friend outside of.....outside of their little circle I'm suddenly not worth the effort anymore." Omi's eyes unfocused in thought. "I quit. I'm tired of it..."
Schuldig's curiousity overwhelmed him. He just couldn't resist another peek into the boys mind, and since Nagi was busy pottering around in the kitchen, no one would know.
Now....quitting what...the stupid flowersh--- WEISS!He recoiled as though he'd been burned. Omi was unaware of the mental intrusion and what the older man was now thinking. NAGI!! Get in here. We have a problem. You sure can pick them, can't you? You're little friend is a member of Weiss.
Schuldig heard a mug shatter as it was dropped in shock. Omi looked up. He had the distinct feelling that he'd missed something important but didn't know what it was.
"Nagi-san? Are you alright?" He walked into the small kitchenette. Nagi was kneeling on the floor, face white. He was trembling. Schuldig walked up behind Omi.
"You're lying." Nagi's voice shook with barely contained emotion.
"No."
Again, Omi felt there was something he should have been catching on to.
"Nagi?" Nagi looked up at him from his position on the floor. Omi's face was red from the cold, the beatings, and the tears. His eyes were puffy from crying. His lithe body was covered in the tattered remains of his clothing, and a blanket. He was sexy as hell.
My enemy....He's the enemy. The one person I want to...NEED to open to....Is the one person I CAN'T.... Suddenly Omi sneezed violently, throwing himself into Schuldig.
"G..gomen nasai..." he sniffled. It sounded muffled. Nagi thought his face was a little too flushed, even for what had happened.
"Omi?"
Nagi's shocked, worried face was the last thing Omi saw before blacking out.