FALLEN
CHAPTER 6 Ð GOING UNDER
Anime the Fallen Angel
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"Thanks for the lift, Manx.
The red headed woman smiled and nodded, ruffling Omi's hair.
"You're a great kid, OmiÉ Please don't do anything stupid.
Omi smiled and slid out of the black car, looking through the window as he shut the door. "Don't worry Manx. I know exactly what to do.
Manx smiled. "That's a good boy. Oyasumi.
"Oyasumi, Manx.
Straightening up, Omi watched as Manx shifted gears and screeched away from the Koneko. He continued watching until he was sure she was a way away. Turning, Omi ran straight up to his room, stopping only to change into his house slippers. Omi didn't even have think of what to pull out of the cupboard. He needed to look confident, in control. So a pair of tight leather pants, a red crushed velvet shirt and a pair of boots were in order. Accessories? In the end, a spiked dog collar and matching wrist bands with one fingerless leather glove. Getting dressed in a record time of ten minutes (even with the bandages around his arm), Omi rushed out of the apartments, slipping into a long leather coat, with one goal in mind.
Aya...
Omi soon stood outside the club, a determined look set on his face. He walked straight in and immediately scanned the club. Before he even set eyes on his target, he felt the familiar stare. He grasped onto the feeling and looked towards the direction he thought it came from, but it seemed to move. Stand still, Aya!
Finally, Omi caught sight of the red head, sitting at a table by himself, nursing a glass of liqueur. Aya's violet met Omi's blue from all the way away. Somehow, Omi felt as if Aya had only just decided to let him lay eyes on him. That thought made Omi all the more angrier somehow. Quickly, as if Aya was going to make a break for it at any moment, Omi ran up to his table. Instantly, Omi slammed his palm on to the table top, making the near enough empty glass bounce. Omi's eyes blazed, meeting the icy amethysts.
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Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50 thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
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Aya, however, didn't seem to concerned about having an eighteen year old glower angrily at him as if all the plagues of the world was his doing. In fact, he could help but be a little amused.
"What? You think I'm going to be funny tonight, Aya?" Omi said, putting all the sarcasm he could muster into that one word. "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'm here to give you a piece of my mind!
Aya simply gave Omi that infuriating glance that seemed to convey that he knew it all along. Omi simply became even hotter under the collar.
"You do have any idea what you had put me through for the past few days, Aya? You were screwing with my mind, Aya! You never gave me any peace! Why do you do it?! How!?
"It's not my fault that you're obsessed...
"Yes it is!
The ice in the empty liquor glass jumped as Omi's hands connected with the table top. Aya himself didn't jump, but waited for what Omi had to say.
"For the past few days, I cried, screamed to myself and even tried to do something as stupid as slash my wrists! And all because you were in my head, driving me crazy! Sometimes, I find myself thinking and wishing you had just let Tanaka rape me!
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Don't want your hand this time
I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again
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"But you did help me, and I thank you for that. However, you should have left me from then on. When I looked for you when Oaka died, you shouldn't have come to me. When I was near enough bleeding to death, you should have left me. After all, all you ever did was drive me crazy. You never stopped to ask what was wrong, never tried to offer any comfort, a kind word or consolation! You just prolonged my life, making it more unbearable with your presence!
Omi paused, catching his breath after venting his anger, waiting on Aya's response. The red-head did not say, nor did anything. Simply ran his fingers along the rim of his glass. Omi had the urge to just pick up the tumbler and smash it over Aya's silky red hair. Not that it'll hurt him anyway, seeing that now he knew what Aya truly was. When Aya didn't say a word, Omi though about approaching from a different angle.
"I know what you are. You're right; you are a murderer. But not just any ordinary murderer...
Aya's eyes simply slid up, watching Omi intently. Omi's eyes became slits, feeling the power of that gaze but resisting it. He wasn't about to drown in those eyes now. Not that he now knew what this once thought of beautiful creature was...
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I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
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"I know you're a vampire, Aya. Omi whispered.
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Interesting... There he is... oh, and he has a new kitten to play with... very interesting...
Dark violet eyes followed the progress of Aya and Omi. The stranger could see that the younger was practically bristling with fury. It was amusing to watch.
"I know that you're a heartless, cold vampire. You didn't just kill Tanaka. You practically killed a whole family.
Now Aya was listening, a frown developing. "...What?
"You heard. Manx told me. Or don't you remember your ex, or slaughtering her whole family?
"I don't know where you got that information, Tsukiyono. But rest assured, I never killed a family.
"Well, only two nights ago, you told me you could kill me, the way you killed Tanaka and walk out of this club unchallenged. What would stop you from doing that to a family?
"Exactly the same thing you told me that very same night.
"What?
"I only kill if I have good reason to. You said it yourself.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't thinking straight then.
"And you are now?
"You were messing with my head that night. You're a vampire...
Aya stood, towering over the smaller Omi. The blue eyed teen simply raised his gaze and glared at Aya. The red head simply gazed down at Omi, remaining silent. Something in those amethyst orbs was in conflict. Without another word, Aya turned tail. You're not getting away that easily... Omi followed Aya, though not parting the crowd as easily.
Soon though, Omi stumbled out into the fresh air. Omi clenched his fists, seeing Aya in the exact same spot as when he stood two nights ago, when Omi practically had a nervous breakdown. Again, all because of him...
Omi faced Aya directly, meeting his gaze. "Well? Aren't you going to deny it? You're a vampire, and you knew Manx and you killed her family!
A slap resounded through the alleyway. Omi's eyes were wide as his hand shakily went to his cheek. It burned from when the hand landed against his skin. Omi's cheek wasn't the only thing burning. Eyes and spirit ablaze with rage, Omi retaliated, mustering what he could and concentrating it in a single unit. The fist managed to successfully connect with Aya's gut, though the older man didn't double over, or cry in pain. He simply gave a little grunt.
"You baka! You murderous, inconsiderate baka!
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Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
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Omi managed to send more punches. The third never made it though. His feet left the ground and his back slammed into the wall. Aya's face was mere inches away, a mask of frustrated anger in itself. When he spoke, Aya's voice shook with each syllable, sounding every bit of danger.
"You...watch...your...mouth...
"No! What do you have to say for yourself!?
"I didn't kill any family. Tanaka was the only person I ever killed purposely.
"Oh, I bet there were more. This was why you never wanted me close. This was why you always tried pushing me away, messed with my mind and feelings, wasn't it!?
Aya snapped, but his voice was low, menacing and dangerous. "Yes! Yes, there were more. Each one I've never regretted, even the accidental ones. And you've hit the nail on the head. You were too close. You knew too much.
Omi couldn't help but feel triumphant now. It didn't matter that he was pinned about a foot off the ground. It didn't matter that he was in great danger now. It didn't matter that he could die at any moment. All that mattered was that he had now found some truth and he had some peace of mind. He felt free from Aya's control, which he now realised must have been what Aya had done.
"Well then, now that I'm too close, now that I know you cared, what are you going to do about it?
"What?
"What are you going to do about it?
Aya scowled. His eyes gleamed unnaturally. "I could always kill you. Hurt you for your stupidity. You knew I was dangerous. But then, you always managed to land yourself in some dangerous situation.
"Then hurt me!" Omi challenged, his chin tilted higher, showing what skin he could from his neck that wasn't covered by the spiked dog collar. "Go on! It shouldn't be too hard for a vampire, should it!?
Aya drew a quick breath. The pale skin did look tempting. He could envision the pure life giving crimson river slide down the neck, trailing, tempting, coaxing... Omi's eyes grew and he was uncertain, but he remained still, watching the transformation in Aya. The unnatural gleam in the amethyst eyes became more pronounced, predatory. The teeth, those pearly white canines, they became supernaturally longer and pointy. Omi was noticeably fearful now, reconsidering what he said. Aya felt satisfied with the intended result, sensing the fear.
"Where did all that fearless righteousness go, young one? Don't tell me you're suddenly afraid of your vampire...
Omi gulped but against his better judgement, Omi met the burning eyes. He held their gaze. "Go on then.
Aya didn't flinch, simply stared. Omi lifted his neck slightly. "Go on then. You have the power, use it. It won't change what I think of you.
"What do you think of me?
"I think that you're cold, heartless. A murderer. A vampire. And I know you can hurt me. You can torture me all you want, but I won't go under."
"Is that so...
Aya couldn't fathom anything from this encounter. The boy wasn't afraid. Usually, doing this to every pretty thing that advanced him ran away, crapping themselves and bawling. This one was different. He stood his ground. But under what kinds of grounds? Why did he suddenly accuse him of blatant murder? And how did he know his secret? Aya couldn't figure it out. The sappharine eyes held no clear answer. They simply shone a radiant light; a light of righteousness and clarity that he had never seen in those orbs. For some reason, they infuriated him, but interested him slightly. They can be so clear when they wanted to be. That's why he cared. But why the threats tonight? Why the accusations? And why the challenge? So he wants me to hurt him? I'll give him what he wants...
"You're right. I will hurt you... In a way you'll never imagine...
Which was how Omi found a smooth set of lips pressed against his own.
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I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
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Omi's eyes were wide, shocked at what was happening. Aya, however, didn't notice too much of Omi's reaction. He just savoured the feeling; the taste. There was definitely something about Omi Tsukiyono that he couldn't deny. He'd notice that, ever since he first laid eyes on him. It had him interested. It was like Omi was a magnet to his eyes, always drawing him in to watch him. Aya found himself wanting to be closer to Omi, even before he had rushed in guns blazing tonight. He didn't feel guilt, per se, from his treatment of the young one, but he did feel that he wasn't to be left alone when he was so vulnerable. You never knew when circumstances would tear them from you. Just like the last time...
Omi snapped out of his shocked stupor, finally collecting his mind together. Bringing his leg up, Omi cracked his foot against Aya's shins. Caught slightly of guard, Aya dropped the young lad to the ground. The red head looked down at the teen, shocked at what he had done. He had promised himself never again would he get close. What was I thinking!?
Omi looked up at Aya, furious. "Is that the best you could do!? You're a pathetic torturer, you realise that.
Aya frowned, unsure of what to make of the situation. He cared, he admitted it last night and now he just expressed in a single concentrated unit. What's even more confusing, Omi wasn't reacting to the emotions. Aya knelt down slightly to help Omi up. Omi stared at the hand as if it were a rabid Doberman on a leash too long to be safe. Angry, Omi slapped the hand away and punched Aya again, only dead on his face. Omi stood, watching Aya touch the cheek that was glowing a shade of red, pleased he had managed so much.
"Keep away from me, you hear? Me and Manx. We don't need you.
A sound from the club entrance caught Omi's attention and he realised what it must look like, even if it was the truth. Omi turned and ran.
Aya, left on the alley way floor, simply watched as Omi turned the corner and out of sight, trying to pull himself together. So Omi knows... But how did he know about Manx? Is she...? Or could it be...
Aya stood calling out into the night, wanting an explanation. The explanation he should have gotten out of the teenager before he did something as stupid as kiss him...
"OOMMMIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
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So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breath
I can't keep going under
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Omi just kept running, a satisfied smile forming on his lips as he heard Aya's voice echo through the alleys. He didn't need to answer anymore. He needn't worry. He was free from this childish obsession of Aya. He didn't need him anymore... He could take care of himself.
Unawares of both men, someone who was watching them from above smiled and chuckled to himself, looking very pleased with the outcome.
Well well well, Aya. Good choice. Now let the games begin...