Das Kätzchen, Dass in der Dunkelheit Verloren Ging

Chapter 8: Deeper Into the Darkness

Within a few days of Weiss discovering Omi's self-mutilation, rules seemed to be made and it was understood though there was no discussion on their making. First, was that no one was to touch Omi. A bubble of personal space has formed around him that no one dared enter. There had been one or two accidents in which his space had been invaded. It had ended up in the teen locking himself in his room till the next morning, with large bags under his eyes from nightmares not letting the boy sleep.

Next, was that he couldn't handle any sharp object unless someone was standing over him watching every movement so that nothing would get by the older Weiss members. He had fooled them once and they would be damned if it happened again. Omi was barred from taking part in missions outside of gathering information on the target and all weapons were removed from their normal place so that he might have no chance of finding them. The fan girls that frequented the flower shop were already well adjusted to the teen not being seen in the shop. Ken took over doing deliveries, again so that Omi could remain under the three's watchful eyes. The only time he wasn't watched was when he was at school.

They wanted to keep somewhat of a normal profile, so the teen went to school. Dropped off in the mornings by Ken or Aya and later picked up by one of the two or Youji, depending what time the playboy woke up. They did ask him if he wanted to go back to school at the least. He only nodded and disappeared back into the sanctuary of his room.

Then Omi stopped. It became almost like he died but his heart didn't know, so it kept beating. Ken and Youji both convinced Aya into pulling him out of school using the excuse of a family crisis. Someday he was going to run out of aunts and uncles, but for now he had at least two left before they came up for a new excuse. It was necessary however, as much as they hated to pull him out. School was the only normal thing he really did. But Omi has stopped functioning. There was no life in his blue eyes. They had been replaced by a dark void that showed no emotion whatsoever.

They tried to talk to him, to get him to open up, but he only dwelled deeper and deeper inside his head. There was little anyone could do. They did not hear the voices he did, they didn't even know of them, haunting him constantly.

The voices were worse at night when the whole city went to sleep and it was still and quiet. Omi could hear Mastermind whispering away in the depths of his mind. He could feel the hands of Dove caressing his body endlessly and it wouldn't stop. He willed them both to stop and go away. They wouldn't. The two merely continued ignoring the boy's pleas.

'You are weak and filthy, little kitten. Not only defiled once by a woman, but by a man as well.'

"No. Stop it, please stop."

'Beautiful, is he not?' Dove whispered in the darkness tracing her hands along his body. 'Perfect. Absolutely perfect.'

"Don't. Please stop touching me." He asked the ghosts in his mind, retreating deeper under the covers of his bed, curling into a fetal position. It did nothing, however, to make the two rapists disappear. What was the point of even trying to make them disappear? It was as pathetic as his team trying to help him.

Omi knew his teammates were trying to help him as best they could. Deep down he knew they were, however their attempts of getting him to open up were lousy at best. Ken and Youji saying that they were there for him, they knew and understood how he felt. What bullshit in his head. How could they even begin to understand how he felt when he himself didn't understand how he felt? His mind was on overload. Nothing made sense, it was all too much; the voices, the hands.

He really didn't know how much more he could take.

The redhead of Schwartz was right. He was weak. Weiss was only wasting their time on him.

Linebreak

Despite the internal situation of Weiss, they were still being given missions that needed to be completed. Youji groaned as he slowly climbed the stairs heading to his room, thankful to whatever gods that his wire only needed a clean now and then, and not the effort it took Ken and Aya to clean up after a mission. Tonight's assignment hadn't been a difficult, or an unusual one. The only real problem was that after the guards were taken out, it took almost two and-a-half hours for their target to show up. Two hours later than they were expecting him. This was added onto the three hours that they had already been away and the hour it took Weiss to get back home again. That made it six hours that Omi had been left alone, if Youji did his math right.

It wasn't so much the fact that he was worried about what the youngest member might do while they were away. The boy seemed lifeless, barely able to do almost anything unless someone told him to do it.

Reaching the second floor, Youji began walking towards his room past Omi's nearly slipping in a puddle of water that has formed in front of the teen's bedroom door. Youji was somewhat curious as to why there was water on the floor, and figured it was best to find out the problem now then let the whole downstairs be flooded by the morning.

He opened the door, not turning on the overhead light, as the bathroom light was on and gave him enough light to see. There was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom as well as more water on the floor. The playboy walked in to turn off the tap, however he suddenly stopped cold in his tracks.

"Shit, Omi."

He could hear a voice call his name, but at the same time, he couldn't hear. His vision was nothing more than a blur of colours with no real shape. The only sense he could register with his clouded mind was feeling. He could feel the heaviness of his clothes in the water, but that too began to fade as he felt hands grabbing at him. Then there was the feeling of regret over what he had done, though he couldn't think of what that was.

"Sorry." He whispered letting the darkness claim his tired body and mind. Everything became black.

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