Emotional Baggage- and on the Way Out

Possessive- part 2

Omi blinked sleepily, the back of his wrist rested on his sweat-damned forehead. Each time he blinked Aya had hoped he'd see the eyes clarify until he was now looking down over a cognitively aware Omitchi. As it were, it seemed hope was never meant for Aya. He reached his hand towards Omi's face, wanting to swipe away any trace of pain, his hand knew it could not obtain that goal with a simple motion, his mind proposed a switch to remove any hair intruding on the beautiful boy's face, but that too was electorally decided against. His hand simply hesitated in the air. As much as his conviction had wanted to move through, those last few hurtles disallowed any chance of success.

His voice decided that it was more the representation of the mind's opinion; no wonder one vocalizes a complaint. "Omi."

Complaint? Aya cursed at his wording, never a complaint, never unwanted, in fact maybe that was the problem? He felt want-- he, who was not TO have feelings felt a WANTING... he was supposed to be composed enough to push that away, to be the one of no emotions, but he could not, he never fully crushed those emotions and being near Omi-- it brought them out three-fold, mind you compared to any FUNCTIONING human being, that seemed like peons, but perhaps that was because that was exactly what he wanted-- needed--- no, none of that is right, perhaps that was what he relied upon. He nodded, it was a mutual reliance. It shielded him from his own thoughts, pains. And then Omi would sit there smiling, and it cut into him like knives. All the hurt Omi lived with and he could bare it so well as to smile. Even if he were hurt, he'd smile, when he was slightly sad, he'd mope, and if he were devastated, he'd cry. Aya envied that span of emotions; if the mask he bore was the face of no emotions it was due to Omi's bravery to wear the mask of sensitivity.

He looked down at the blond, too many fantasies flashed by his mind, Aya seemed to be cast the asexual, but he had dreams- the current one was of him on top of Omi, bare-chested, sweat over him as he pounds into the boy who screams with a smile, lips opened but taut as he closes his eyes in ecstasy. Sounds of breathing and panting tune with every nerve sounding like chimes and harps to Aya's ears. He sighed; he might need to take a cold shower. Omi let out a shiver in his lip. Aya stopped midthought to observe the boy, sweating and shivering all at once, a feverish blend. Was this shock? Some psychological manifestation of his mental sicknesses?

Aya raised the blanket around Omi's cheeks and tucked him in, he'd get a cloth to wash down his face and cool him down.

Oh Hidaka would bleed.

If all of the crap he pulled wasn't enough, Omi had been like that for a day and a half now, and explaining these things to Kudou, of all people, needless to say Aya did not find the humor in it, though Hidaka seemed to. Damn basket case.

He recalled it with such clarity, "Ayan, where's the chibi and what did you do to Ken-ken?"

"Hidaka is not to be allowed near Omi." Yoji seemed to pick up immediately at Aya's seriousness as he even ignored the dreaded Ayan.

"Where is he and what did Ken do?"

Aya shook his head, "Omi's in my room, I don't know exactly what Ken did, but I saw Omi take a few blows to the head. Ken trashed Omi's room though, so I have him in mine, that and Ken has no chance of getting near him."

Yoji peeked at Aya's door, "Aya, don't bullshit me, you know what he did and it's bad enough for you to dodge the truth- did Ken attack the chibi? Beat him up or something more?"

Aya added a simple, "Hai." He turned to walk back to the door leaving Yoji baffled behind him. To be fair, for once, Aya called back to the playboy, "And he sought out the chance to do this. From what I gather."

Yoji pursed his hand into a fist, "K'so... I'll baby-sit, but I expect some answers by morning."

That was 40 some-odd hours ago. He reached the bathroom to gather the grail to his quest, a damp wash cloth, he should probably get some soup going while Ken was in the shop, that way Omi could have some food in him. He let out a small hiss in dissatisfaction, when he first joined Weiss Omi was already there, he was in fact the first member of the third Weiss, Aya had once been trained under the first Weiss- now disbanded, back to the point, Omi had already lost all childhood memories, all that remained were killing and charades, perhaps Omi was doing it again? Was this how he shutdown and rebooted himself after a traumatic event? If that were the case, wouldn't Manx know or at least have an idea of how to snap him out of it?

Aya had to meet with Manx. He nodded to himself, that led to the difficulties of Yoji keeping Ken and guarding Omi simultaneously, Aya knew he'd kill Ken if he got in his way, and knew Omi probably needed as much rest as possible.

Was this his eternal curse? Dealing with dreamers- the only one truly awake and finding more and more how sweet those dreams may be as he guards those he watches? He sighed, on top of being the Ice Queen apparently he was also the Sand Man, he walked back into his room, tired with his string of thoughts he sat down the supplies he had gathered, amazed at how he had actually made soup so quickly and if he had actually been as quick as his thoughts led him to believe.

He laid beside Omi, curling to his side. The bed held so much foreign warmth and yet he was buried in frost's touch. All that kept him balanced was the boiling sensation of AGAIN staring at a truly beloved dreamer, again a seething hate boiling his blood, but this time he was no longer sure- did he hate Ken or did he hate himself for not protecting Omi. This time, this time did he really have a chance to stop it? Or maybe that chance was still to come- would he answer it when it came?

He stared at Omi's blank eyes, this time fear rose in his bowels, Omi was crying, chanting something he had thought Omi had said once before, he was whispering and Aya wasn't sure if he had the right to listen to Omi's innest of workings.

The one phrase drove him to his actions, "I'll ask him, when he wakes up if I CAN call him my Omitchi."

"Yameru... don't... please don't..." Omi tossed his head to the side, "they'll kill me papa..." He turned his head hard to the side, Aya with the stealth and speed only he could manage, and with finesse only you could imagine him to have-- he was standing at the bed's edge as Omi shot his eyes open in clarity. "Iie! Yameru! Ii-- Aya-kun?!" Omi's cheeks blushed over.

Aya hid his small smirk, maybe this is what really happened to Omi every sick day he took (the only twice since he knew him ones) did the blond just recharge his batteries in those fretted sleeps?

He held his head leading Aya to think maybe it wasn't so innocent as recharging the angst-battery.

"Aya-k..." He closed his mouth, "Gomen... where am I? This isn't a hospital or my room..." He looked at the shelf, "It... I'm in your room? Naze?"

Aya put a brave hand on Omi's shoulder, "Do you remember what happened before you collapsed?"

Omi closed his eyes to think, "I don't think so... it seems--" Omi turned bright red. Aya let a smile touch the edge of his face, softly.

"Do now."

Omi turned to look away, too afraid to see the look he must have assumed would be rejection or hate, but in the back of Aya's mind all that drilled was how precious Omi looked when he blushed.

"Omi... what did Hidaka do... what was he TRYING to do to you?"

Omi winced. "I... don't know what he was trying to do, only what he did do... I'll write up a report, but it was probably a one-time incident."

Aya could catch the falsetto in Omi's voice, "...that didn't sound truthful, you're lying, why? Has he done this bef--"

Omi shook his head, "I'll WRITE UP the REPORT, but it was probably a ONE-TIME incident." Aya blinked back, Omi never raised his voice.

"He did, didn't he. Omi what has that bastard--"

He held his sore left palm over his left eye. "Aya-kun, you know how terrible my memory can be. Gomen ne for the inconvenience, I'll make it up by working over-time in the shop if you'd like, and I'll get my room fixed immediately."

Aya caught Omi's shoulder, "I won't let you out of it that easily... Omi, I have one more question- will you let me protect you and love you?"

Omi blushed and turned away, "Aya-kun I'll work very hard and not let you down, I'm sorry you think I'm weak, gomen nasai, please, don't hate me."

Eight hours into that, oh how do you say-- smoothing over of Omi's to dodge the question, Aya still hadn't received his answer. He asked too soon, probably scaring Omi. He'd apologize--

YES, on RARE occasions, mostly revolving around the blond chibi (and Aya-chan) he would ACTUALLY apologize. He still meant it though, and even if Omi wouldn't answer his question, Aya was rarely one to actually MEAN an option, his ultimatums, while duel in options, usually meant- let me or fight me, I'll still do it.