Beautiful Stranger

A.N: hey there people! I dunno when I'll get to upload this chapter but I sure hope it's soon enough for you. (er… as you noticed , it took me a lot of time to write the previous chapter so there was this huge time jump between the top A/N (like this one) and the bottom one. n.n() )

!Omi's-POV!-

I flop on the bed and let my whole body relax. My eyes, on their own accord, close, and the more they stay that way, the more I forget about this world and disappear into my own little world. A silent world with an angel over me, telling me I'm safe. A cute angel hovering right above me; and I'm so sure he's real that I reach my hand out for him to grab it and lift me to the heavens. I instantly regret it. My arm hurts. Some movement I did back at the Koneko awoke the injury from the last mission, two months ago.

I touch my arm and massage it lightly. Being assassins has made us half indestructible, so although only two months have passed since that body-smashing mission with SZ and Schwarz, we've healed completely already. Strange, isn't it? And yet still we hurt from past missions even if they occurred months and months ago.

Damn it, I start to really hate the work at the Koneko. The girls bug me. I start hating their usual squeals. It, suddenly, annoys me when they start screaming and giggling when I walk past them. It's even more annoying when they do that when I talk to them. Why can't they just be quiet and comforting like my angel? I also can't stand working with my teammates. They have become less of friends for me, keeping silent when I ask them things. It's not fun to work when you're surrounded by secrets and lies. Anyway, I guess they notice me getting pissed. Suddenly I'm not so genki and smiling stupid anymore.

A sigh leaves my lips.

I better shower. I'm so glad I don't have to work night shift too.

I get up resentfully from the bed and start stripping. As I throw the dirty cloths into the hamper, I notice my mission uniform at the bottom. For some reason, nobody bothered to wash it for me. I walk to my closet to get fresh cloths but my uniform still catch my eye. I turn back and dig the uniform out. It looks like after every mission, ragged, bloody, torn here and there; nothing special. I wonder why it caught my eye so much. Another quick look at it, it still looks the same. Wait, two buttons are missing from my jacket. That's strange; the buttons are attached to cloth with Youji's wire, so they can't just pop out or get cut away. How the hell did they come off?...

I'll examine this later. Right now, the shower is calling me.

Maybe I will ask the guys how those buttons came off after I shower. Naaah, they won't tell me a thing. They never do when it's concerned to the mission.

!Nagi's-POV!-

Schuldich must have sensed it when he walked into the room. He felt the tight air, a strange heaviness from nothing at all. He felt me.

I sit at the kitchen table, grinning at the funny twists of his face as he questions himself what this strange heaviness is. He looks around and, of course, ignores me there. Usually, I'm pissed by that, but right now it just makes me laugh watching him looking for a reason to the weird feeling when it's actually sitting right in front of him.

Eventually, he decides to ignore that too, and walks to the counter to take his glass.

"You can't move the glass." I tell him with a grin.

"Why? Farf glued it again?" He turns to face me and raises an eyebrow. "How did you know I was gonna take the glass when you're not even looking?" He asks my back.

"I know because I can feel it." I say and turn around in my chair to look at him. "I'm holding it there."

"Then stop holding it, moron."

That pissed me off, but I just grin.

"Why are you smili" Shock fills his eyes and opens them to wide saucers. He suddenly realized he can't move. I can feel him struggling to move in my telekinetic grasp. "What are you doing? Why can't I move?"

"If you struggle any harder, you'll end up breaking a bone or two." I get up and get a closer look at him. Standing face to face with him, I feel like bursting in a loud laughter. Here I am, standing an inch away from him, annoying him to hell, and he can't hurt me. "You see, Schuldich, I can feel everything around me. I give small pulses of telekinesis and everything answers me. They vibe. You vibe. And it makes it all the easier to hold you down like that, and maybe even break you a rib."

"...fckr.." He murmurs through tightly clenched teeth.

I lift him up. "See ya..." I grin and leave the kitchen room.

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Back inside the kitchen, the telepath fell hard to the floor. The heavy feeling of the air was gone as soon as the one who caused it was gone.

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In my room, I stand in the middle and close my eyes. Everything around me is under my control. I'm holding everything down. I can feel each item's full structure by the special vibe it has; that vibe makes the item visible to me when I'm holding it with my power. I can see everything without using my eyes, but only with my telekinesis.

You see, I'm like a Dolphin, in a way.

I let go of my grasp and open my eyes again.

I discovered this ability after the incident with you, when the woman was shooting at me and I just merely got shot in the head. Luckily, I sensed the bullet coming and managed to escape it. From that point on, I've researched that 'sensing', and improved it. It's like a muscle, it just needed (and still needs) training.

Going back to my computer, I glance at the mirror next to me. My choker-necklace is visible. I quickly put it back inside my shirt. I keep it close to me. No one must see it. It's mine. I'll protect it from any harm. I'll protect you.

The chime of the two small metal discs from my choker fills my ears. This sound will escort me until we meet again.

"We have a mission." Crawford says loudly into the living room, and leaves for the kitchen. In human language it would be 'We have a new mission. Please follow me to the kitchen and I'll brief you there. We have to work within the next 24 hours'. So we all get up and go to the kitchen where he already waits with papers scattered all over the table.

"How come we still have missions?" I ask.

"We need to justify the money we still get from SZ." The brunette replies.

"Didn't we kill them?"

"We killed the head. The body still works. They still do the things they have done before, but they are a lot less powerful and a lot less vicious. They're a large company, you can say even world-wide, so they won't fall that easily."

I curse. How badly I want to see this system falling and crushing forever. No more whipping our back with 'do this and do that'.

"Our mission is to find and kill this man – Robert Stone." He puts a small picture before us. "English man, 43, lives in south Tokyo. He ran away from SZ few months ago, and been spotted here a week ago. He keeps moving, so, Schuldich, he's all yours."

"Why me? You know I hate to do this." He whines.

"Who else do you think can locate him?"

"Say – Nagi?" Schldich watches both me and Crawford raise an eyebrow. "Everything is vibrating, according to him, so he should be able to locate the man by his vibes."

Crawford turns his gaze at me. "Is it true? Schuldich told me you can differ between things by their 'vibe', something like a new thing in your telekinesis."

I give him what seems to be an innocent look. "I have no idea what he's talking about."

Crawford turns to scowl at the idiot carrothead.

"Wha... But he really ca-!"

"Just do it and shut up!" The brunette pounds his fist on the table.

He pouts at us both and gets to work. He sits back in his chair, closing his eyes and seems to focus really hard. I can feel his eyes moving rapidly beneath his eyelids. It seems like he's far off, dreaming some terrible nightmare.

"What is he doing?" I whisper over to Crawford.

"He calls it 'Mind-Dive'. It's some ability he figured few years ago. He scans all the minds within radius of seven miles, looking for any mention of the person he's looking for. Through that, he can find anyone he wants in that range."

I twist my face. "Wouldn't that overflow his mind and cause damage?" Like I care...

"He found a way to stabilize himself in that flow, so no damage is caused."

Damn.

"So why did he call it 'Mind-Dive'?"

Crawford glares at me with the 'you-ask-too-many-questions' glare. "He said it's like diving from the air to the ground. At first you see the whole city, then few meters lower, you see only a part of it, then one street, then a small group of people, then – the one you've been looking for."

"And then you get smashed on the sidewalk, and your brain splatters all over…" Schuldich joins the conversation. He smirks at me and tells Crawford the address.

I look down at my hand. You think maybe, like Schuldich have said moments ago, I can do it too? I really can differ between things by their vibration, I can identify objects. You think maybe I can reach you?...

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We chased him down through allies, playing with his mind, until he got here. He still lives in the illusion he can actually hide from us. Really, as a former employee in SZ, I'd expect him to know that no one can escape from the psychokinetic units.

Right now, we have him trapped in a warehouse. I sense him shaking behind the wall next to me. I knock on his back with my powers and feel him jumping and clutching his bag to his chest while pushing himself harder to the corner. I grin and tell nothing to Schwarz. I don't want them to know about my new trick yet, except Schuldich, just so he won't touch me.

"He's behind that wall." Schuldich says after scanning the place with his telepathy.

We all follow our leader and find him shaking. His pants are already wet between the legs. Crawford unleashes his wrath at the target by simply letting Farf toy with the man. The grin on Farfarello's face widens at the last blow that accomplishes two assignments in one act. He stabs the man in the stomach while piercing through his bag, which supposedly contains secret stuff about SZ. Mission is complete.

We turn to walk away, and leave the dying man, but then I see him looking at me with the one eye he's got left, after berserker's treatment. I turn to face him and he laughs. His laughing causes him to choke out blood but he still laughs. I ask him why he laughs and he replies in a whistling voice, "You low-life freaks of nature… you think you're better than humans… just because you can kill them so easily… but it just shows how low-life you are… especially you…" and he laughs again.

No, I'm not like that. I'm not like them. I never wanted these powers, and they caused me only troubles. If I didn't have my telekinesis, I wouldn't be here today. I would be out with my original family and I could study in a normal school without people harassing me. Damn it, it angers me so much.

I concentrate on the vibe of his bones and in the next moment he's just a pile of meat, too horrible to watch.

I turn to leave and run into Crawford. He's looking down at me with patronizing gaze.

"So Schuldich was right…" He murmurs and walks off towards the exit.

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"Tsk,Tsk,Tsk…" He says as he creeps behind me like a snake, wriggling his tongue out. "You got caught in the act. Crawford knows about your little trick…"

"Go away, Schuldich." I mumble and sink deeper in the couch. I would cover my ears, if it didn't mean leaving the PlayStation's joystick.

"Hey, you know… that joystick you're holding.." He points at my joystick, and whispers, "It vibes…!"

Idiot.

He laughs and comes to stand right next to the couch. His wide eyes and standing pose show that he feels like he has won something, just because Crawford saw me.

I sink deeper in the couch and continue my game, ignoring him.

"Oh god, Nagi, don't do that. I know everything is a vibrator to you but don't masturbate here!"

Jerk.

I shift my gaze from the TV to his monster green eyes. "I said…" I start and get a hold of him. I see slight panic taking over him, "Go away!" and with that I throw him half way across the house.

Bombay, I think about what I have said to that man. I think it's not quite true. If I hadn't had these powers, I wouldn't have been here in Schwarz, yes, but I would also not have met you... I wouldn't have come across you... and that worths a lot.

I reach with my hand to the small choker necklace, under my shirt. We will meet again. I don't know when or how, but I know we will. We must...

TBC

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Well, people – It's done for now. If you saw any mistakes in my writing, I'm sorry. I have no beta these days. Stay tuned for next chap (there is a serious something to expect to… the first actual Nagi-Omi scene) and don't forget to review me.

Oh and – I had a birthday few days ago. Yey me.