Disclaimer: not mine. Belongs to Weiss project, Takehito Koyasu etc:
Warnings: none yet.
A/N: It's surprising isn't it? How people can think so illogically when they're upset. Sorry for the short one. I assure you the main plot's coming soon.
Shangri-la
Chapter 3
Presented by Precognition74
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Yohji entered Omi's ward. He was carrying Omi's laptop case in his left hand. His sunglasses seemed perched higher on his nose than was usual. Was he trying to hide his eyes then?
There was a tangible tension in the air, and one could almost cut it with the proverbial knife. It was Yohji who had mustered enough courage to start the conversation up first.
" Chibi, here's it is. I brought the rest of your stuff too, the adapter, the mouse and stuffs. There's also a change of clothes in there if you want to." Yohji had said quietly. Omi couldn't see it, but he could feel Yohji's gaze shift to the palmtop he was holding.
"Thank you… about Aya-kun, did you really mean it when you said that we're going to leave him?" Omi asked.
"I… Yes. There's nothing we can do." Yohji Replied resignedly. He was expecting Omi lash out like did earlier, to tell him again how important Ran was to them. Of course he knew that! 'We're a family!' Yohji wanted to tell Omi very much that yes, they could get away from Kitiker and look for Aya, for stay in Kritiker and still look for Aya. But if there was one thing Yohji learnt from being in Kritiker as long as he did: you get in, you don't get out, and you obey orders. They did not have a choice.
But contrary to what Yohji thought, Omi just sat there, quiet, contemplated. This time of silence reminded Yohji very much of the calm before the storm. He did not comment, not wanting to trigger off whatever rants Omi as starting in his head.
It did not happen.
"I see. And does Ken-kun think to same way?"
"Yes." Yohji said in a firm voice. He seemed very sure of his answer. Omi's cerulean eyes seemed to ask, 'why? Why? Do you know you have betrayed me by saying so?'
Yohji turned away from that beseeching gaze, unable to meet it.
"I see. Thank you Yohji, for bringing the laptop. Do take care." Omi said. Yohji didn't know if there was a blunter implication for his dismissal, but he nodded stiffly and left the room. The door clicked with a resounding sound. It seemed to signal the end of something. But the end of what, Omi did not know yet.
Omi did not move until he heard the steps fade away. In the distance, the left bell 'ting-ed' and Omi heaved a sigh of relief. Yohji had left the laptop on the bed. iT was within easy reaching distance. 'At least he's still considerate.' Omi thought.
He took the laptop out of it's case and set the black bag on the floor beside his bed. Omi pressed a small button on the left side of his bed and raised the back to a more comfortable height. He placed the laptop on his lap (it was called a LAPtop afterall.). He remembered Aya berating him much for doing that though. It seemed that Aya had read in the papers that the laptop gave out much radiation. Although Omi highly doubt it, it had never stopped Aya-kun from chastising him and asking him to put it on something instead of his lap.
The laptop started the booting up sequence and Omi's thoughts wandered to other things. Manx was a problem… could he really abandon Yohji and Ken for Aya? Actually no. why should he give up 2 of Weiss instead of 1? It just didn't add up mathematically. And it didn't make much sense. It really was a dilemma because if Yohji and Ken didn't want to save Aya would it mean that Weiss does not exist? If they weren't Weiss, and Aya was gone, would there be no Weiss left? His head hurt badly.
The laptop chimed a soft anime jingle and Omi logged into the internet. He waited a while, and decided to run a short security sequence he designed. Now, he could know if Kritiker tinkered with his baby or not. Yohji might've brought it, but Yohji was Kritiker wasn't he? Omi continued surfing idly as the program did its work. He searched the latest movies… Last Quarter seemed pretty popular among his classmate lately.
A small Chibi figure waved at him from the corner of the screen, Omi clicked on its speech bubble. He couldn't help but utter a soft 'damn'. This mind started supplying him with all sorts of expletives and Omi started to see red. 'How dared they!'
His computer was infested with at least 5 trackers, and they were still actively reporting his laptop's movements direct to the Kritiker base! He was really seeing red now. The little Chibi figure frowned and waved. Omi slammed the laptop shut and closed his eyes and took deep breaths.
Omi felt his pulse and breathing rate return to normal. Then with uncharacteristic gentleness, he re-opened his laptop. The Chibi was tapping its little foot against the 'floor'. Omi hastily deleted the trackers. Now, they would definitely know it. And they would pursue it… he had to make a story up to hide it.
'One lie after another, it'll be more difficult to hide after it piles up.' Omi's mind supplied. One is enough, he thought, just one. One good one. And he went about fabricating his cover story and covered the tracks and reinforced his laptop security.
It may have be Kritiker's Property, but it was HIS laptop. They GAVE it to him, so it was his now, and he would do anything to the laptop to protect HIS privacy.