Chapter 3: Going to the Movies

"Nagi-kun. What are you doing after work today?" Omi's question stopped Nagi as he was packing up to leave for the day.

Nagi shrugged. "Probably go over those files that Rex gave me."

"Those Dai International files?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. Those don't need to be done right away. Why don't you accompany me tonight?" Omi looked at Nagi hopefully.

"Is this an official function?" Nagi asked. He hoped not. He must have grown since the last time he wore a suit, because none of the ones he had fit him anymore. They were too short. In trying to assimilate his new role in Kritiker, he hadn't had time to go get some new ones.

"Official? Like formal? No, no. As a matter of fact, it's going to be very informal. Dress casually."

"Very well. Where are we going?"

"To the movies," Omi said, brandishing a pair of tickets. "I just got tickets to a sneak preview to the new Jackie Chan movie."

"Jackie Chan?"

"Yeah! Come on Nagi, it'll be fun," Omi coaxed, smiling.

Nagi looked at Omi. When he smiled like that, it was impossible to believe that he was a killer, and now the new head of a secret organization dedicated to the pursuit of justice that had escaped the law. He looked like. . . a teenager. Like what he should be. Nagi felt himself smile in return. "Okay."

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Nagi let Omi lead him through the theater. He still wasn't sure what to make of it. It was all a new experience to him, and he told Omi so.

"What!" Omi turned incredulously to Nagi. "You've never just, you know, hung out with the guys?"

Nagi silently looked around the packed theater. There was a large group of kids clowning around in the front two rows. Several young couples were scattered here and there sitting stiffly, nervous yet excited to be in each other's company. A few older couples were sprinkled in, sharing affectionate glances and overpriced popcorn. Several groups of friends, chatting amiably as they waited for the move to start. So— normal. "Omi, think of the 'guys' you are talking about. Crawford. Schuldig. Farfarello."

The two teens were silent for a moment as they thought of the ones in question in this very theater. Schuldig, sitting next to Crawford with a smirk on his face, nudging unsuspecting movie-goers into loud, and for him, entertaining fights. What did he need movies for? He could make his own entertainment. Crawford would sit there, bored and out of place in that youthful boisterness. He would leave within the first ten minutes. After all, why stay? He knew how it was going to end. And Farfarello. . .

"Uh, never mind," Omi said with a shudder. "Let's just enjoy your first movie."

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A/N: Sorry so short, guys. This one's kinda on haitus until I can get to a good stopping point on 'Cathedrals,' then I can turn my attentions back to this fic. I have clear plans for it, though. Let's just hope I can carry them out.
TrenchcoatMan – Omi is good for Nagi. And the lack of canon will work in my favor this time, I think.
Yanagi-sen – Nagi's going to get even more confused yet, I fear. Should be fun.
Precognition74 – Thanks for giving CotM a look! Omi's good at what he does, he'll find a way to help Nagi out.
Kye Syr – Thanks for the sweet compliments! I'm always thrilled to hear that people are reading and enjoying my stories. Don't worry, none of this will remain unfinished, I promise that! Ch. 8 of CotM is going up today.