LF: Thank you thank you thank you hugs balletanimerose and makusime I was so afraid that I would get to the end of this story and have no review. I prefer flames over no review because at least them someone read it. But thank you two all the same. And balletanimerose here is another chapter via your request, but I also plan to have one chapter after this. That chapter will have the closure you wanted.

Chapter Three: Second Chance

(Ken's POV)

The sirens still echoed faintly in the distance. The road I usually took to go home was closed because of an accident. Usually I hated going down this street, especially at night. Rain was still coming down outside though not as heavily as it had a few minutes ago. After soccer practice today I had gone to Omi's grave and stayed there longer than I had meant. To be perfectly honest I fell asleep against the tree while talking to Omi, and when I awoke it was only around an hour before dawn and I was drenched from all the rain.

I thought I was the only one who ever went to his grave except for Yohji and Aya, but today while I was walking to the grave I saw another boy walking from the grave. I am sure I have seen him at school; he looked like that boy that occasionally hung out with Schwartz. I am worried about him though, because as I watched him leave the cemetery it seem like he was talking to someone, even though he was alone. It also looked like he was holding someone hands, even though the only thing he was holding was air.

Soccer practice had run late today because we had a major game coming up and it wasn't until it looked like it was about to rained that we were allowed to go home. I swear that coach is evil sometimes. If the weather hadn't been bad that man would have had us running until it was dark. It hadn't been as bad when Omi was alive because he would always stay after with me so we could walk home together but now the trips are.....lonely.

I hate that man you calls himself Omi's father. But I hate it even more that Omi never told me what was going on. I could have helped him, he shouldn't have had to die. Still I should have known. The way he would flinch away from someone's touch sometimes or jump at a sudden noise, even when he would never let anyone go to his house. We use to joke with him about being jumpy and he would laugh with us. But I should have know, should have connected the dots. And what is worse is that bastard of a man is still walking around free. There was not enough evidence to convict them, or so the police say. But everyone knows that they were bribed into over-looking certain information.

A heard a scream come from a house nearby. I gritted my teeth in anger as the lights of the house next door were turned out. No one was going to help that child. The scream came again and I stopped in my tracks. I didn't know what to do. I hated that someone was getting hurt but it wasn't my place to interfere. I would probably end up causing more trouble for that person, anyhow.

My decision was made instantly when I saw the figure standing in front of the house from which the screams were admitting. There stood an angel except that the angel was Omi. There he was, dressed in blue shorts and a blue and while jacket, that same thing he was wearing when he was buried. Yet there was something that made it unmistakable that he was an angel; from his back protruded two beautiful, white wings.

But his face was not genki like it had been in life. Instead it was depressed. Once I started to run toward him he turned and looked through the window. When I got there I also looked through the window and I was disgusted with what I saw.

On the floor laid a boy, around the same age as Omi. Above him stood what I persuaded to be his father. The man was at the moment zipping up his pants, but I could tell what had happen, anyone could have. The boy on the ground was broken and bleeding, semen was on the floor around him, and tears still stained his face.

It was only then that I remembered who he was. He was the boy that I had seen at Omi's grave earlier. My hate for that man grew stronger and has he started kicking the boy the scene changed. Instead of this boy and his father I saw Omi lying of the floor with his father standing over him, raping him, kicking him. My blood was boiling. I had been too late to save Omi but maybe I can save with chance.

I took out my cell phone and quickly dial 9-1-1. "Hello."

"I need you to send help to..." I looked around for an address. Luckily there was one on the mail box and relied the address to the lady on the other side.

"What is your emergency, sir?"

I was getting annoyed but I didn't yell, she was just doing her job. "I am reporting a child abuse case. He has been badly hurt and raped. Emergency medical care is critical."

I heard her gasp at the knowledge but she didn't hinder in calling in the emergency. When the call was over I put my phone away I turned to Omi but saw he wasn't there. Searching around frantically I finally saw him inside the house. He was walking toward the nearly unconscious boy on the floor.

Tear fell from his eyes as he pulled the dying boy onto his lap, wrapping not only his arms but his wings around the boy protectively. He started to rock back and forth and I could tell that he was speaking, for his lips for moving, but I couldn't hear what was being said because of the glass that cut off the noise.

Still the boys eyes remained close and his breath slightly irregular, my guess this was caused but a broken rib from his father kicking him. More of Omi's tears were shed as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the boys lips.

I was surprised that Omi was kissing another boy. Surprised and maybe a little jealous. I was guilty of having a small crush on Omi but I had never said anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. It didn't matter now, as long as Omi was happy he could love whomever he wished.

Before the kiss had ended the injured boy had breathed his last breath. Omi didn't move and simply remained seated by the boy. I was not so passive toward the death. I hit the wall once and sank to my knees. I had failed again, just like I had with Omi. In my mind I had thought that if I could save this boy in a way I was second chance in saving Omi. I know that it was ridiculous but it didn't matter.

In the quiet distance I heard the first of the sirens ring trough the crisp air. Just as they pulled into the street I looked up to the sky and saw the very first ray of light peak over the horizon.