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Author ramblings: Waiihh!! Someone actually read this (Chp.1)! And rewiewed!!! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!!! You´re great!! So you wanna know what happened to Brad? He, he, he ... Not only you! : ) Well, English isn´t my mother tongue, (that´s German, if anyone cares), so grammar errors are bound to happen. Did you actually know that ´him´ can be written wrong? I do now. sweatdrop

What he certainly hadn´t planned

Chapter 2

by Picaro

"Alright! Alright! We can change shifts!", Ken shouted finally. Yohji had pestered him for changing shifts for about half an eternity, and now he finally had enough. ´Better to do two shifts in a roe than to hear this any longer.`

"Ken! You saved me!", the tall blonde cried from the other side of the corridor. "To cancel this absolutely hot date would have been my sure dead! Well then, I have no time to waste! See ya later!" And with that he dashed away.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say", Ken murmured and turned to face the real reason why he had come up here. When they had brought the kid back here some nights before, he had been in a real bad shape. Despite his earlier worries, Omi begun immediately to clean the cuts and wrapped them up properly. After he had been aided Yohji had carried him up to his room, where he still was.

Still, the boy had already lost much blood and it was in question if he would wake at all. Ken honestly hoped so. He could understand Omi´s worries quiet well, if the boy would find out about them they would high probably be expected to kill him as a witness. ´To be honest, the brunette thought, ´I don´t think that I could do that.` He was so caught up in his thoughts about that, that he nearly didn´t notice that their special house guest was wide awake when he entered the room.

"Ah, so you´re finally awake! You slept so long, we weren´t even sure if you´d even make it. You sure scared the shit out of us kid!", he greeted the boy, who was sitting wide-eyed on the bed, cheerfully.

The boys eyes widened just a little more at that. Ken paused short to take a closer look at the kid. He looked pale and confused, but out of that alright.

"Ah . . ."

Ken´s grin widened. " No need to worry. We found you three days before and brought you here. You were pretty bad injured, ya know. How do you feel anyway? Better?"

A week hesitate nod was all the answer he got. It was all his dumbfounded opposite could muster. Of course, Ken didn´t notice it at all. His grin just widened a little at this answer. Swiftly he stepped to the bed and checked the boys temperature by placing his hand on the others forehead. Satisfied with the outcome, Ken stepped back and made his way to the door.

Turning back, he smiled "Glad to see you´re alright again. Please wait a sec! I have to go and tell the others! They were really worrying." The most, that is. Can´t tell if Aya was or not.

And with that, he was out of the room again.

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Crawford stared after the retreating brunette. `Now I know how Schuldig´s victims feel.`

Right now he had absolutely no clue of what was going on.

From outside, he could hear how somebody tumbled down the stairs. The noise got followed with a loud crash and someone talking. Whoever it was, he didn´t sound very pleased.

Confused Crawford tried to reorder his tangled minds. ´Alright, First: I am in the headquarter from Weiß.´, that was pretty obvious. ´Second: I got attacked by someone three days ago. Weiß found me and brought me here. Third: Out of some strange reason they don´t recognize me.` Actually he didn´t want to think about what would have happened if they had. Running his fingers over his forehead, Crawford repressed involuntary the urge to shudder. He had never before noticed how big hands Siberian had. The brunette hand easily covered his entire forehead with his palm.

Returning to the actual matter at hand, he checked the room he was in again for possible escape routes. The other members of Weiß would come soon and he wasn´t knowing if it was just Siberian who didn´t recognize him, or not. Crawford wasn´t wanting to try his luck, actually. `Damn. Nothing´ The only exits of this room was the door through Siberian had left just before and a window. He sighed and murmured a low course under his breath, while he carefully pushed himself completely up and out of the bed.

A wave of nausea swept over him as soon as he was on his feet. Brought out of his balance, Crawford stumbled a few steps forwards until he regained it back. He paused a moment to catch his breath and continued then. There was a window, but it was to high for him to jump. ´Great. That leaves the door as only exit. Just have to try.´ Sighing again he made his way to the door. This was certainly not his day. Carefully evading to make any treacherous noises, he pushed besaid door open and waited for a moment. He released the breath he had been holding involuntary, as no furious voices answered his action. Then he slipped quickly outside.

He was now standing in what seemed to be a small corridor with a few rooms and a staircase on the other side. From downstairs he could hear voices. Crawford recognized some of as the ones of the Weiß members, others seemed to be from young girls. This set his course of action. Slightly irritated Crawford turned to the opposite direction. Just as he reached the last door the sound of somebody coming up the stairs caught his attention. Instincts taking over, Crawford swiftly slipped in the first-best room. And sweatdropped. He was in a bathroom. ´This is definitely not my day.´ Quick he checked it for any hideouts. None. ´Why have I already seen this coming.?´

This was absolutely, definitely not his day. This was when something caught his attention. To his left was a sudden movement. He froze. And scolded himself for being so jumpy. A mirror.

It was merely a simple mirror. Just that it wasn´t showing his reflection.

Frozen in shock Crawford stared at the image before him. Somehow it was awfully familiar. The mirror was showing the image of a slim young boy with short, tossled raven-black hair. A few stubborn strands were hanging in his face and accented greatly with his amber-brown eyes, whose were wearing an highly irritated, suspicious look. His whole lithe body was covered with white bondages what made him look even smaller and more fragile than he actually was. The too big silk shorts he was wearing did their thing to strengthen this look even more. Startled Crawford realized that the boy was hardly older than Nagi.

´What´s tha…?´ And then it clicked. In lightspeed Crawford´s mind lined all the strange events that had occurred together. `The bondages . . .kid . . .and the mirror image`

And two and two made four.

Slowly Crawford looked down, hoping to be wrong. That it wasn´t his reflection. His look fell on the too large shorts hanging around his hips. Then he looked back at the mirror. They were the same. It was his mirror image. If he wouldn´t have been Crawford, he probably would´ve screamed or would´ve been shocked at last. But because Crawford was Crawford he directed just one of his infamous glares at the image. Before he could do anything else, someone knocked at the door. Twirling around, he stepped to the door and opened it.

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Omi sighed in relief as the bathroom door opened a bit to reveal their guest. Although he had first been worried about bringing the boy into their home, Omi was now more than happy to hear from Ken that he had woken up and was alright. He never enjoyed to see someone die, and seeing someone die whom you are trying to safe was even worser.

It had been quite a bad surprise when he´d found the room empty.

Gratefully Omi had been considerate enough to check the other rooms before he went to alarm the others. ´Good that I didn´t alarm the others. Ken probably would´ve fallen the stairs down the another time, if he would´ve heard that the boy had just vanished.´ Omi thought to himself while he smiled gently at the other boy. The distrusting sparkle in the others face didn´t vanish. "Hi", he greeted cheerfully, " I´m Omi. Ken-kun said that you were awake and I figured that you would need some clothes." He held the bundle he was carrying up a little more. "So since we seem to be the same high, I thought I could borrow you some of mine." The black-haired boy eyed first the bundle than Omi suspiciously. Obviously awaiting that a poisonous snake or something else awkward would jump out of it.

Omi stifled a small sight. ´He´s looking like he´s ready to run for his dear life.´ That was an understatement. Omi could tell that, even if the face of the other boy didn´t give a hint of his expressions, his eyes were. They were shining in such a shell-shocked desperation, like Omi had seen just once before in the eyes of a human. The other time he had seen this expression, he had been looking in a mirror just after that kidnapping episode of his. With the memories Omi felt also the terror and the pain he had went trough coming back. And with them came also something more. Anger. `Whoever has done this to him, he will pay for that.` Noticing that the other had watched him the whole time, Omi quickly pushed all those thoughts away and smiled reassuringly. "You can take them without worries. I can reassure you that they aren´t poisoned." The boy glanced startled at him and took then the offered clothes with a mumbled ´thanks´.

This made Omi grin happily. `Seems like I wasn´t the only one who was lost in his thoughts.´ Then he noticed that the other one was slowly retreating back into the bathroom. Omi´s grin grew more gentle. "Are you going to take a shower?" Nod. " Then you have to be careful with the bondages. The cuts must be healing, thought. So you might be able to just take them off. The towels and such are under the sink. Come just down when you´re finished."

"Um . . .yeah. alright."

With that the door was closed again. Omi peeked at the door for a moment and turned then to head back to the shop. He wasn´t sure if Aya wouldn´t strangle someone, if he wasn´t returning soon. Pissed enough was he when Omi left. On his way his thoughts turned back to their guest in the bathroom. ´Hmm... He´s speaking English.´ It´d been quite easy for them to figure out that he wasn´t from Japan. ´But he seems to understand japanese. Or he´s good at guessing.´ This was making the whole case just more odd. Why would someone attack and torture a gaijin boy like that? And why? Racists? That didn´t seem to be quite right with Omi. There had to be other reasons also. And Omi was burning to know them.

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End Chapter2