Mizu: Hiya! I got this sudden urge to write up this chapter, and now that
my computer's in my room, I can sneak onto it and write when a get a good
idea! Life is good.
Mika: Baka authoress.
Mizu: Yesh, anyway, I am typing some of this now, but I have a track invitational tonight and one tomorrow. So don't get mad at me for the delay, our moronic track coach is taking us to every meet there is. She's only in it for the extra pay. Damn bitch.
Mika: Enough of your pathetic troubles, let them read the fic!
Mizu: *sulks* Fine.
"Speaking *Thinking* ^Telepathy^ ///POV change\\\ ~Scene Change~
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Walking to school, Omi's normal cheery face was turned into a deep frown, for this little chibi was lost in thought. *I haven't seen Nagi today, and
he's never late. I wonder if he's sick again...*
All day, Omi carried a preoccupied air about him, as if his mind were on
other, more important matters than mere schoolwork. He shrugged it off as
he walked his way home, not wanting his teammates to notice.
Ken looked at Omi across the table at dinner. The kid had been quiet ever
since he got home, and apparently Yohji and Aya didn't notice. Ken let it
go all through dinner, which, amid all Yohji's chatter, was punctered by
sighs from Omi. Finally, after dinner, relaxing in the mission room, he
finally asked about it. Aya was washing dishes in the kitchen. Yohji was
drying.
"Omi, what's up? You've been down since you got home from school, wanna
tell me about it?" Ken asked, breaking the silence.
"How did you-?" Omi began. "Let's just say I have a talent for noticing
these things. So, what's up?"
"Nagi wasn't at school today. He's only missed one day before, but somehow,
I know this time something's wrong... I don't know how, but I do..." Omi
finished lamely.
Ken creased his brow in concern, "If you feel that strongly about it, you
should check it out tomorrow, if he's still not there." Ken advised.
Omi nodded, "Yeah, okay Ken-kun, thatnks for the help." he said, walking up
to his room.
Ken smiled smugly to himself, he was really good at this advice thing. He
should get a cookie...(A/N: I'm sorry, I just had to put that...^_^;)
The smug smile stayed as he relaxed, his back to the door. Completely lost in his thoughts, he jumped when arms wrapped around him from behind, a chin
was placed on his shoulder, and breath tickled at his ear.
"What are you so smug about? I've finally gotten away from that slave- driver of a leader, now we can spend some quality time with each other..."
Yohji said suggestivly.
Ken leaned back in the embrace, "Oh nothing, I just helped Omi out witha
problem, is all."
Yohji was interested, "Really? You? What was he having trouble with, a
weird rule about a sport?" Yohji teased lightly.
Ken pretended to be offended, "No, it seems our little chibi has his eye on
a special someone..."
"Why didn't he come to me? That area's my specialty."
Ken put a wry look on his face, even though Yohji couldn't see, "Because
you'd have told him to get that person drunk, and take advantage of that
person. Or flirt shamelessly until he gets his way." he said dryly.
"Ken-ken, I'm hurt. I didn't do that to you!"
"Oh yes you did, you flirted with me night and day, bugging the hell outta
me, and tried at least once to get me drunk watching a game."
"Really, I don't recall....."
Ken laughed, and Yohji pulled the brunette bishounen into his lap, turned
him so they faced each other, and tenderly kissed him. Ken leaned farther
into it, while Yohji asked, and received entrance his mouth. Thus began a
major make-out session, which Aya avoided and blocked off by shutting the
door firmly, and walking quickly to his room.
~With Nagi~
Nagi opened his eyes as the sunlight streamed into the window. He groaned.
What time was it? He was actually fully conscious this time, and the ache in his body hit him full force. He could hear Farf in the kitchen, laughing
maniacally as the blender whirled in the background. He could also hear
Schu in the next room, watching T.V.
*Schu?* Nagi thought tentatively.
Through the link, Nagi could sense Schu bolting upright, ^Naggles? Oh, god bishounen, I thought you'd never wake up! Are you alright?^ Schu's thoughts
were frantic.
*As alright as I can feel. How long have I been out?*
^You were gone all yesterday and today, it's midafternoon now.^
Nagi groaned mentally *So I've missed two days of school?*
^Yeah, but I think school's the least of our issues at the moment, are ya
hungry? I think Farf's in the kitchen, he could keep ya company while you
eat, I haven't slept since I brought you home, so I'll be catching up on
some serious sleep...^
Nagi smiled, good old Schu, he thought to himself.
^I'm not old!!^ the redhead thought indignantly, voice resounding in Nagi's
head.
Nagi laughed, and slowly made his way downstairs, stopping frequently for
rests. Entering the kitchen, he saw Farf sitting on the counter, eyes riveted on the blender which was, at the moment, off. He looked up as Nagi
walked in, his one golden eye watching him closely.
"It's dead Nagi, God killed my blender. He's mad 'cause I hurt him.
Bastard." Farf complained.
Nagi sighed, "I'll fix your blender later Farf, right now, I'm dizzy,
tired, and in serious need of food."
Farf nodded, still watching him as Nagi ate. When he had finished, Farf
spoke.
"You've got something on your mind. Wish to tell?"
Nagi looked up,startled. It was one of Farf's rare moments of sanity, best
to take advantage of it.
"I'm having problems with a friend of mine, I don't know what's going on."
"The Weiß kitten. I've noticed."
"Yeah."
Farf sat, contemplating. "I think you do know, deep down. You just can't
realize it yet."
Nagi frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that once you figure it out, you should attack him for attacking
him would hurt God, and hurting God is always the best thing to do."
Nagi sighed. He thought he had been getting somewhere with the Irishman,
but unfortunately it didn't last. He used his telekinesis to support
himself as he went back to his bed. The short trip exhausted him, and he still had to stop for a lot of rests. Once at his room's door, he smiled as
he heard the German's light snore.
Once safe in his room, Nagi examined his wounds. They looked horrible, and
felt just as bad, only know it was a constant dull ache, instead of a
sharp, jabbing pain. They stood out vivid against his pale skin. Midnight
blue eyes gazed back at him in the mirror, mournful and large underneath
the soft, silken pile of dark hair.
He sighed, and laid down on his bed. picking up the remote to the T.V. that
was still in his room, he settled into a routine of flipping through the
channels.
~With Omi~
Nagi wasn't at school again today. Omi sighed softly, his sad mood worsening. All through the day, his mind wandered to a boy of mignight eyes
and velvety pale skin. His teachers wondered about the usually attentive
and genki student, letting him have his space today.
The last bell rang, releasing them until the next day. Omi walked
determinedly out the doors. His mind was made up, he was going to visit
Nagi at home. He had to find out.
Walking quickly, lest he weakened. Or Oracle caught him.
At the right house, he strode up to the house and knocked. Silence. He
waited, not wanting to give up quite so easily. Then he heard footsteps.
The door opened a crack, and a golden eye peered out.
"Hello." Berserker greeted him cheerfully, swinging the door wide, grabbing the boy, and quickly closing the door behind him, clicking the locks shut.
"Um, hello. Is Nagi here?" Omi asked tentativly, not quite comfortable with
the man.
"Oh yes. He's in his room. You want I should show you up?"
"No, I remember where it is." Omi said, taking a step towards the direction
of the staircase.
"Alrighty then." he said skipping off to the kitchen.
Omi walked quickly and silently to the door. The sounds of a T.V. being played came softly through the door. He knocked quietly. He heard the T.V.
being turned down, and the door opened slowly.
"Farf?" Nagi voice called out.
Omi took a breath. "No, it's me. Can I come in?"
Silence. Omi bit his lip nervously, hoping that Nagi would let him in.
"Yeah, if you want..."
Omi smiled to himself, and pushed the door open. What he saw stopped him in
his tracks.
Nagi sat up in bed, looking pale and vulnerable amid the sheets. He had a
bruise on his cheek and a vivid cut on his forehead. "Oh my God..." Omi
breathed quietly.
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Mizu: Alright, here's the new chapter that I slaved over at the cost of my rest....
Mika: Yeah, she actually sacrificed for this one. I deem it worthy of many reviews.
Mizu: O.O My muse...actually...gave me a.....COMPLIMENT?!?!
Mika: Yeah, amazing isn't it.
Mizu: *goes into shock*
Mika: *sigh* Alright, I'll revive her eventually. Somebody's gotta type up the next chapter. Please review!!!
Mika: Baka authoress.
Mizu: Yesh, anyway, I am typing some of this now, but I have a track invitational tonight and one tomorrow. So don't get mad at me for the delay, our moronic track coach is taking us to every meet there is. She's only in it for the extra pay. Damn bitch.
Mika: Enough of your pathetic troubles, let them read the fic!
Mizu: *sulks* Fine.
"Speaking *Thinking* ^Telepathy^ ///POV change\\\ ~Scene Change~
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Walking to school, Omi's normal cheery face was turned into a deep frown, for this little chibi was lost in thought. *I haven't seen Nagi today, and
he's never late. I wonder if he's sick again...*
All day, Omi carried a preoccupied air about him, as if his mind were on
other, more important matters than mere schoolwork. He shrugged it off as
he walked his way home, not wanting his teammates to notice.
Ken looked at Omi across the table at dinner. The kid had been quiet ever
since he got home, and apparently Yohji and Aya didn't notice. Ken let it
go all through dinner, which, amid all Yohji's chatter, was punctered by
sighs from Omi. Finally, after dinner, relaxing in the mission room, he
finally asked about it. Aya was washing dishes in the kitchen. Yohji was
drying.
"Omi, what's up? You've been down since you got home from school, wanna
tell me about it?" Ken asked, breaking the silence.
"How did you-?" Omi began. "Let's just say I have a talent for noticing
these things. So, what's up?"
"Nagi wasn't at school today. He's only missed one day before, but somehow,
I know this time something's wrong... I don't know how, but I do..." Omi
finished lamely.
Ken creased his brow in concern, "If you feel that strongly about it, you
should check it out tomorrow, if he's still not there." Ken advised.
Omi nodded, "Yeah, okay Ken-kun, thatnks for the help." he said, walking up
to his room.
Ken smiled smugly to himself, he was really good at this advice thing. He
should get a cookie...(A/N: I'm sorry, I just had to put that...^_^;)
The smug smile stayed as he relaxed, his back to the door. Completely lost in his thoughts, he jumped when arms wrapped around him from behind, a chin
was placed on his shoulder, and breath tickled at his ear.
"What are you so smug about? I've finally gotten away from that slave- driver of a leader, now we can spend some quality time with each other..."
Yohji said suggestivly.
Ken leaned back in the embrace, "Oh nothing, I just helped Omi out witha
problem, is all."
Yohji was interested, "Really? You? What was he having trouble with, a
weird rule about a sport?" Yohji teased lightly.
Ken pretended to be offended, "No, it seems our little chibi has his eye on
a special someone..."
"Why didn't he come to me? That area's my specialty."
Ken put a wry look on his face, even though Yohji couldn't see, "Because
you'd have told him to get that person drunk, and take advantage of that
person. Or flirt shamelessly until he gets his way." he said dryly.
"Ken-ken, I'm hurt. I didn't do that to you!"
"Oh yes you did, you flirted with me night and day, bugging the hell outta
me, and tried at least once to get me drunk watching a game."
"Really, I don't recall....."
Ken laughed, and Yohji pulled the brunette bishounen into his lap, turned
him so they faced each other, and tenderly kissed him. Ken leaned farther
into it, while Yohji asked, and received entrance his mouth. Thus began a
major make-out session, which Aya avoided and blocked off by shutting the
door firmly, and walking quickly to his room.
~With Nagi~
Nagi opened his eyes as the sunlight streamed into the window. He groaned.
What time was it? He was actually fully conscious this time, and the ache in his body hit him full force. He could hear Farf in the kitchen, laughing
maniacally as the blender whirled in the background. He could also hear
Schu in the next room, watching T.V.
*Schu?* Nagi thought tentatively.
Through the link, Nagi could sense Schu bolting upright, ^Naggles? Oh, god bishounen, I thought you'd never wake up! Are you alright?^ Schu's thoughts
were frantic.
*As alright as I can feel. How long have I been out?*
^You were gone all yesterday and today, it's midafternoon now.^
Nagi groaned mentally *So I've missed two days of school?*
^Yeah, but I think school's the least of our issues at the moment, are ya
hungry? I think Farf's in the kitchen, he could keep ya company while you
eat, I haven't slept since I brought you home, so I'll be catching up on
some serious sleep...^
Nagi smiled, good old Schu, he thought to himself.
^I'm not old!!^ the redhead thought indignantly, voice resounding in Nagi's
head.
Nagi laughed, and slowly made his way downstairs, stopping frequently for
rests. Entering the kitchen, he saw Farf sitting on the counter, eyes riveted on the blender which was, at the moment, off. He looked up as Nagi
walked in, his one golden eye watching him closely.
"It's dead Nagi, God killed my blender. He's mad 'cause I hurt him.
Bastard." Farf complained.
Nagi sighed, "I'll fix your blender later Farf, right now, I'm dizzy,
tired, and in serious need of food."
Farf nodded, still watching him as Nagi ate. When he had finished, Farf
spoke.
"You've got something on your mind. Wish to tell?"
Nagi looked up,startled. It was one of Farf's rare moments of sanity, best
to take advantage of it.
"I'm having problems with a friend of mine, I don't know what's going on."
"The Weiß kitten. I've noticed."
"Yeah."
Farf sat, contemplating. "I think you do know, deep down. You just can't
realize it yet."
Nagi frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that once you figure it out, you should attack him for attacking
him would hurt God, and hurting God is always the best thing to do."
Nagi sighed. He thought he had been getting somewhere with the Irishman,
but unfortunately it didn't last. He used his telekinesis to support
himself as he went back to his bed. The short trip exhausted him, and he still had to stop for a lot of rests. Once at his room's door, he smiled as
he heard the German's light snore.
Once safe in his room, Nagi examined his wounds. They looked horrible, and
felt just as bad, only know it was a constant dull ache, instead of a
sharp, jabbing pain. They stood out vivid against his pale skin. Midnight
blue eyes gazed back at him in the mirror, mournful and large underneath
the soft, silken pile of dark hair.
He sighed, and laid down on his bed. picking up the remote to the T.V. that
was still in his room, he settled into a routine of flipping through the
channels.
~With Omi~
Nagi wasn't at school again today. Omi sighed softly, his sad mood worsening. All through the day, his mind wandered to a boy of mignight eyes
and velvety pale skin. His teachers wondered about the usually attentive
and genki student, letting him have his space today.
The last bell rang, releasing them until the next day. Omi walked
determinedly out the doors. His mind was made up, he was going to visit
Nagi at home. He had to find out.
Walking quickly, lest he weakened. Or Oracle caught him.
At the right house, he strode up to the house and knocked. Silence. He
waited, not wanting to give up quite so easily. Then he heard footsteps.
The door opened a crack, and a golden eye peered out.
"Hello." Berserker greeted him cheerfully, swinging the door wide, grabbing the boy, and quickly closing the door behind him, clicking the locks shut.
"Um, hello. Is Nagi here?" Omi asked tentativly, not quite comfortable with
the man.
"Oh yes. He's in his room. You want I should show you up?"
"No, I remember where it is." Omi said, taking a step towards the direction
of the staircase.
"Alrighty then." he said skipping off to the kitchen.
Omi walked quickly and silently to the door. The sounds of a T.V. being played came softly through the door. He knocked quietly. He heard the T.V.
being turned down, and the door opened slowly.
"Farf?" Nagi voice called out.
Omi took a breath. "No, it's me. Can I come in?"
Silence. Omi bit his lip nervously, hoping that Nagi would let him in.
"Yeah, if you want..."
Omi smiled to himself, and pushed the door open. What he saw stopped him in
his tracks.
Nagi sat up in bed, looking pale and vulnerable amid the sheets. He had a
bruise on his cheek and a vivid cut on his forehead. "Oh my God..." Omi
breathed quietly.
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Mizu: Alright, here's the new chapter that I slaved over at the cost of my rest....
Mika: Yeah, she actually sacrificed for this one. I deem it worthy of many reviews.
Mizu: O.O My muse...actually...gave me a.....COMPLIMENT?!?!
Mika: Yeah, amazing isn't it.
Mizu: *goes into shock*
Mika: *sigh* Alright, I'll revive her eventually. Somebody's gotta type up the next chapter. Please review!!!