FALLEN
CHAPTER 9 – TAKING OVER ME
Anime the Fallen Angel
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Omi struggled desperately, trying his hardest to release himself from the grip the older man had on his wrists. Tanaka simply grinned, the way he did on that night not too long ago. Desperately, Omi twisted, looking for someone, anyone to help him. No one could be seen in the darkness as Tanaka pulled the boy closer. With wide eyes, Omi saw Tanaka slowly morph. No longer was he the drunken debt-collector. His hair grew longer and lighter, his eyes more violet. His canines elongated, sharpening at the tip, perfect for piercing skin like Omi's...
"Schu...Schuldich!?"
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You don't remember me
But I remember you
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The ginger vampire grin turned feral, a hungry glint in his eyes. Omi struggled even more, screaming. He felt himself being shaken senseless by the vampire, who kept hissing his name.
"Omi... Omi!"
Omi pried his frightened eyes open. The voice sounded familiar, but not belonging to the red-headed German... It was too soft but firm to be the vampire's...
"Omi... Omi, wake up..."
Omi pried his tired eyes open, then shut them again when he realised it wasn't as dark as he thought. Blinking a few times, he opened his eyes slowly, Aya's image swimming into focus. His mind caught up with him, causing Omi to remember everything that had happen. Instinctively, he pushed Aya's hands away from him. His blue eyes stared at Aya accusingly as his mind told him this was the product of Schuldich's doing; the vampire who Sired Aya and the very same one who tried to hurt him. Aya seemed to guess what Omi was thinking and shook his head silently, standing up.
Omi curled up tighter as Aya moved, not for him, but to the door of the bedroom (at least, Omi assumed it was, seeing as there was a bed and a dresser and all...). The wooden door shut with an unimposing click, leaving Omi in the room. Omi wasn't sure what to make of the situation and uncurled himself, only just deciding to take a look around the room he was in. It wasn't the apartment he shared with Ken and Yoji, that was for sure. The bed was quite big; a double at the very least; the sheets being satin and red. Quite appropriate really, Omi considered. The room itself wasn't amazingly decorated. The walls were bare. No posters, no pictures, no colour (except for that beige shade the builders seem to like to leave behind) and no windows. A single lamp stood on the bed side dresser, a red shade on top of the black ceramic base. A larger chest of drawers was on one side of the room, against the wall, with a single cupboard opposite; both made out of polished wood. The room had a sense of 'lived in' but not at the same time.
Settling down, Omi discovered he was still quite tired. As he laid his head down on one of the pillows, he raised his hand to his neck. He discovered that he had a pad taped down on his neck. Dimly, he wondered how bad the bite was and whether Aya was the one who had covered it up. His eyes shut at that thought as he closed his eyes, an image of Aya bandaging his neck burning brightly behind his eyelids.
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I lie awake and try so hard
Not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
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Aya sank into his chair, rubbing his fingers against his eyes. What was he thinking? He should have patched the boy up and taken him home. But no, he had to bring him here. His apartment. In his space. Why couldn't he just learn his lesson and let the boy be?
Because you love him?
Aya shook his head sharply. No, that wasn't it! Aya tried wearily to convince himself. Because Schuldich would find out where the boy lived. Yeah... that was it...
Aya growled at his own reasoning. It fitted, yet it didn't. He couldn't seem to convince himself completely of what he felt for the boy. He shouldn't love him. Everyone he had cared and loved for, every single one was stolen from him. He should have taken the Universe's hint by now. He should turn colder, harder, harsher. He can't allow himself to love again, no matter how much it hurt. He continued trying his hardest to convince himself of this. For how long, he couldn't decipher. All there was to know was that Aya was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn't even notice someone a few feet behind him, staring at him...
Omi found that he couldn't sleep all that well, regardless of how weak he had felt. After half an hour's worth of keeping his eyes close and staring at the back of his eyelids, as relaxing as that was, his mind refused to shut down. With a sigh, he lifted himself off the soft bed and gingerly crossed the room, as though there were land mines hidden under the floorboards. He cracked the door open quietly and slipped out. He paused, not closing the door, staring at the living area of the apartment.
It was almost as bare as the bedroom. No windows and that same beige colour on the walls. A black leather chair and a matching sofa around a rectangular coffee table in the centre of the space were the biggest things in the room. Next to the chair was a small wooden table, a framed picture on the tabletop. The glass was cracked, like someone smashed it but hadn't bothered clearing it up. On the chair, his back turned to the teenager, Aya had his head in one hand, as if in thought. Omi couldn't help but muse that this was mimicking the famous statue 'The Thinker'. Aya certainly had the definition and skin tone of a marble statue.
Omi cleared his throat once, not sure what to say. Aya snapped his head up in surprise, not realising he had spaced out. Amethyst collided with sapphire, but both held far stronger than either would have thought achievable up until this point. For a while, it seemed time had stood still, awkward yet stable silence hanging in the air as both tried to stimulate their minds into coherent speech.
What should I say? What happened tonight? How do I explain? Do I have to stay here? Does he want to leave? Why is he staring? Is something wrong?
God... He's too beautiful to be true...
Both males blinked and shook their heads, unaware as to what went through each other's heads. Omi shuffled his feet and avoided eye contact as he continued speaking. "Erm... What... what happened? Tonight... I mean... the bandage."
Aya nodded. "Schuldich. He managed to lure you and bite you. Luckily it was neither deep or serious, so you're safe. You won't change from just one bite."
Mentally, Aya kicked himself in the shin for the last remark. It was the last thing any vampire attack victim wanted to hear. Omi on the other hadn't noticed, really. He was more preoccupied with the fact that Schuldich actually sank his teeth into his neck. Omi glanced up to see Aya staring at him again and couldn't help but blush slightly. For some reason, he wished he could be wearing something other than his clubbing gear. Somehow, it just seemed... not right. Not wrong. Just... not right.
Aya stood up suddenly and walked straight past Omi, startling the teen slightly at the abruptness of the movement. Omi turned around just in time to find Aya venturing out of the bedroom again, a towel and a set of pyjamas flung at his face.
"You're staying the night; bathroom is the first door on the right, down that corridor. Schuldich may know where you live; you'll be safe here."
Omi pulled the clothing off his face, a little more red-faced and no longer embarrassed. Just peeved. "Hey! Don't I get a say in whether I do stay or not!? I mean, I'm fed up of being told things without being consulted first!"
Aya shot Omi a cold look. "You don't trust me? You can leave if you want. No skin off my back."
Even as he said that, the young man could feel the metaphorical knife twist in his gut. Especially with that expression from the teenager in front of him. Aya wanted to take back what he said immediately, but even if he knew he was unusually harsh, it was for the best. He had to try and detach himself. Omi was in enough danger as it was. Without waiting for an answer, Aya walked past Omi, the teenager staring at the towel in his hands. Aya was no more than a foot away when he picked up the quiet voice.
"I do..."
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
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Aya paused, cocking his head a little. "You do what?"
Silence. Then...
"I do trust you. I guess I... I didn't thank you properly... Arigatou."
With that, Omi quckly scooted into the bathroom, leaving Aya standing in the middle of the room. Without meaning to, Aya smiled. He just failed that test miserably, but somehow, he felt it wouldn't be so bad. All he knew was that he couldn't help but want to be near the boy.
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I have to be with you to live to breath
You're taking over me
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Warm water poured over Omi's head as he stared at the water swirling into the plughole, his mind whirling and spinning like the mini whirlpool in front of his feet. He knew now he loved Aya. It was strange to consider himself bisexual and still be so calm and accepting about it. It was especially strange that he'd find out about his aspect of his sexuality because of a vampire. Granted, Aya was one individual that could make any man turn, but that was an entirely different matter....
Omi shook his head violently, trying again to get his mind back on track. As he scrubbed himself down, he thought hard about his options. True, it would be safer to stay with Aya for the night. He had no other preferable option anyway. But what about in the morning? True, with the daylight, he'd be safe from Schuldich and be able to go home, but what about Aya? Omi found himself unable to consider leaving the apartment, not just because of his infatuation, but because of the simple fact he now felt protected. Aya was taking care of him and Omi knew deep down he could rely on the red-headed vampire to protect him from his Sire. And Manx? How does she fit into the picture? Omi knew now that she had a very serious vendetta against Aya. He should find out if she's alright or not, though, after her fight with Aya. She was still a human being like him after all.
With a heavy sigh, Omi turned the water off and allowed himself to drip dry for a while. Again, Omi found himself thinking about how he first met Aya, how he fell in lust and then maybe a little more. What that first kiss was like, if a little forced and unexpected. How it felt to be touched by him, to go mad and to cry over him. Okay, so he was obsessed. He saw that more than once in his encounters with Aya. And he knew the only possible way to get over Aya was for him to accept his love and open up. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, as far as Omi could envision. It was a hectic, emotional few days; that was the only certain thing. Whether Aya makes the crucial move now was anyone's bet.
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Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
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Aya was in the living room when Omi emerged from the bathroom, dry except for his hair which he left to dry on its own. For a few minutes, Omi stared silently, just watching. The red head looked up from his thinking after those silent minutes and locked eyes with Omi, a secret, unspoken message in them, slowly covering up. Omi shifted a little, embarrassed, before he spoke up.
"I... Where should I put these things? Until tomorrow?"
Aya stood up and walked to Omi, holding an arm out. "Give them to me. I'll take care of it."
Omi handed his club outfit and the loaned damp towel to the red-head, his eyes averted. Aya simply walked off with the items, setting about putting them out to dry or air out, or into the washing machine, depending on what needed to be done. Omi watched Aya do this, unable to do anything else, since he was too nervous anyway. The chore done in next to no time, Aya looked back at Omi with his violet eyes in thought. Without a word, Aya walked away for a moment before returning with a box in hand. Omi stared at the red cross emblazoned on it before looking back at Aya.
"Your bandage is wet." Aya said simply. "You can change it yourself, or I can change it for you."
Omi blinked once before instantly sitting down and tilting his head slightly to expose the dressing. "I... if you don't mind..."
Without another word, Aya set about removing what was needed from the first aid kit and redressed Omi's wound. Omi could only point his eyes in one direction as Aya did this; trying to look at Aya doing his task was uncomfortable on the eyes. As Aya dried the area and placed a new square of gauze over the wound, Omi spoke.
"Why do you keep a first aid kit anyway? I mean, is it for you, or do you normally go around patching people up?"
Aya paused for a moment, a little put off by the question. He quickly went back to taping down the gauze though, before he spoke. "Force of habit."
"Oh..."
Omi kicked himself mentally. It was a stupid question to ask anyway, in his lame attempt to drum up a conversation. Before long, Aya had completed patching Omi up and started packing everything away neatly. Aya kept his head down, his eyes initially on the first aid kit. Omi knew and felt the darting the glances though, and guessed Aya was as much as nervous as he was; possibly even more so...
"Aya..."
Silence. Before Aya could stand up and walk away again, the teenager grabbed his hand, surprising himself and Aya. Omi just stared at their hands before raising them slightly, looking Aya in the eye.
"Don't go..."
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You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
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Aya knelt back down under Omi's gentle tug of his hand, complying easily with the teenager's request. For a moment, nothing happened as Omi shuffled uncomfortably. "Aya, I..."
"Tsukiyono, don't do this."
"No, Aya... I... please don't shut yourself off. I've done a little bit of thinking, and what you're doing now is... well, it's not going to solve anything."
Aya paused and looked at Omi, rewriting his mental portfolio of Omi. He knew it wasn't wise to get close, but he so wanted to. He'd been alone for far too long and really wanted someone to love. His attempts at growing cold and distant backfired on him on this occasion, and maybe for the future, too. He looked on as Omi raised his eyes up and made them connect with Aya's; violet on azure.
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I knew you loved me then
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The kiss this time wasn't so much unexpected as it was soft and careful. Neither of them knew or cared who made the first move, but rather, lost themselves in the world that was this one kiss. Aya breathed in slowly, regardless of the fact he didn't really need to breathe. He wanted for so long to share a loving embrace with someone again, and Omi made it feel all the more right. Omi returned the kiss carefully, not just because he was nervous and a novice, but because he didn't want to hurt Aya, take things too quickly. This was one step in making Aya open up and for them to be closer; there was no way he was willing to let that go down the pan. Not now; not ever.
They pulled apart a minute later because of Omi's need for oxygen. He panted lightly, as if he had taken a light jog around the block. He looked back into Aya's eyes, feeling elated. He knew he was young, prone to following his hormones, but he knew when it was his heart, not some chemical reactions in his body telling him what to do. Omi leaned in again, Aya complying as they place the final seal on what they had begun.
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breath
You're taking over me
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Aya stared up at his ceiling, thinking. It must be around mid-morning by now. Omi should have returned home by now, called his friends and confirmed his safety and well-being, be working, keeping safe when it turned dark...
It wasn't the case though, as the little body beside him wriggled slightly in his sleep. Aya looked down at the sleeping teenager, smiling to himself at the memory of the night. They had taken a bite out of the Forbidden Fruit and by God, did it taste good. He had no recollection of how they got from chaste kisses to all out sex, but it wasn't at all necessary. He remembered Omi's little admission before they really got started, how he was still a virgin and unsure of the whole experience. However, when Aya offered not to continue, Omi held Aya back.
"If I ever wanted someone to be my first... Aya... can you be that someone?"
How can something that angelic ever make an offer like that? Aya knew that corporeal satisfaction aside he loved Omi truly and felt a searing urge in him to protect the now sleeping angel in his bed. Slowly, Aya eased himself out of bed and searched for something to cover himself up for decency's sake. Donning a pair of black boxers, Aya made a beeline for the bathroom. Cleaning himself up and now staring at the cabinet mirror, Aya didn't see his reflection, just like how he never saw it in the past few years. Now though, he could almost see Omi in the pane of glass. In a way, Omi was now a part of him, inside him. He was in his mind, under his skin, in his heart... Sentimental, but true.
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I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over
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He knew he would protect Omi from now on. And God help those who tried taking his precious treasure away from him now...
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breath
You're taking over me
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breath
You're taking over me
You're taking over me
Taking over me
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Anime: And after a long hiatus on all fanfiction work, I have restarted my writing! Consider this a Halloween present, if you will. And as for futur chapters, hopefully the last one will be up BEFORE the new year. And that is a solemn Anime The Fallen Angel Promise (tm).
Wufei: Ten pounds says you don't.
Anime: You're on, Waffles!
Wufei: Do you HAVE to call me that?!