Beautiful Stranger

A/N: Hi, minna! I'm really glad to hear you liked the last chapter.

Enjoy the new chapter!

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"I see…" He said after a long silence of letting the story sink-in in his mind. He looked down, away from the boy who now was sitting beside him quietly. He seemed nervous, but it didn't matter because so was he. Nagi told him what happened back there, at the day of the last battle against SZ, told him the truth as it really was. "So she lied to me again…"

The cold winds of the night wrapped them with chills and gave a more dramatic atmosphere. The moon jumped from one cloud to another dark cloud, running pale light and momentary shadows on the earth.

Nagi looked away too. Although he knew he was speaking the truth, he felt wrong and had to ask the blond boy, "How can you tell if I'm really telling the truth? I could be lying too. After all, like the woman said, I am your enemy…" He felt those big blue eyes roll to look at him, focusing on him. He turned as well to stare at those marvelous orbs. They were now so close, facing each other fully, looking straight into each others eyes with absolutely no hate in them. He felt like he was going to faint.

"You have long ceased to be my enemy. From the day you saved me, through the day we last met, you have never been my enemy. So I believe you."

The words were so strong to Nagi's heart, drumming on it like a herd of elephants on the run.

"And besides, she lied to me once, why shouldn't she lie again?" He said and turned to stare at the horizon once more. It was a sort of way to release some of his anger at the moment. He couldn't believe that the person he had trusted the most betrayed his trust and lied so simply right to his face, relying on that blind trust. He shook his head.
He tried to play things in his mind how things were, matching the versions and trusting only one of them. As he played the scenario, something came across his mind that didn't quite fit in.

"What about the wave?" He asked.

Nagi stared at him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Manx said that after you had gotten us up to the road, you raised a wave and crashed it on yourself. Why did you do that?"

Nagi lowered his head and an ironic grin ghosted over his lips. "I didn't."

Now it was Omi who was staring at him with question.

"I raised you up too fast, putting all my energy into it. I wanted you safe. It caused some sort of vacuum so the water rose to a serious wave; and since I put all my energy into getting you to a safe place, I didn't have much energy left to protect myself from the water. So it crashed on me and swept me back to the sea."

"Did you get hurt? How did you get out of it?"

"I don't remember much. I remember trying to float on the water, but that's it. They must have taken me out later with their chopper. Schwartz, that is."

Omi sighed. "At least they saved you…"

"Saved me?" Nagi laughed bitterly. "They didn't save me, they just needed me; I'm one of SZ's best telekinetics."

Omi sighed again. Yes, people tend to be like this, he agreed. He knew it was nothing to compare telekinesis, but he was the best hacker Kritiker had. That was why they kept sending him to all kinds of ridiculous data-robbing missions, keeping him out of line of fire, safe in their choking embrace.

"But it's good that you're alive. I wouldn't want to be saved and not be able to thank the person who saved me." He said and gave a small smile to the boy next to him. Nagi blinked at him. "Thank you, Nagi-san."

Nagi bowed his head. He too was glad he was alive. After all, he got to see his love twice, and he was hoping to see him many times more.

"Thank you for coming, Nagi. How did you know I was waiting here for you?"

Nagi felt his stomach turn. Omi was waiting for him? He tried to say something for reply but his voice hardly came out. His mouth went dry and he had to take a short breath to get himself back into composure, trying all the time not to blush. "I didn't know that."

"Eh?"

"I just heard you calling me."

Omi blinked. "Calling you?"

"I heard you calling my name repeatedly. So I followed the calling and ended up here."

They stared at each other. Omi remembered saying the name few times in his mind before napping on the side wall of the building's entrance. Could it be that Nagi heard it?

"Well, thank you, anyway, Nagi-san. Thank you for coming here and for saving me."

Nagi nodded again. He thought about being kind and say 'anytime!' but something didn't feel right.

This pale boy had saved his life, Omi thought. He played the little rescue-movie in his mind, again. He wondered what would have happened, had this boy didn't save him. He wasn't sure he would have been able to surface all the time until the rescue unit would have come for him. It sure was good that this boy saved him. But, wait, why exactly did Nagi save him? He glanced over to the telekinetic, watching as the moon's light caressed his face and gave a tender silver outline to his profile. Why would his enemy do so much effort to save him?

"Why did you save me?" He asked, still fascinated with the boy's serene beauty.

The Schwartz boy turned to look at him, surprise written on his face.

The only words that came up in Nagi's mind were 'uh oh'. He wasn't quite expecting that question to come up. He whispered simply, averting his face quickly "It's a long story."

"No. Please, don't do that. Don't dismiss me like that. Tell me why," He said seriously, changing his whole position so he would face the other boy fully. He looked deeply into those misty eyes, seeking whatever was hidden. He seemed to do that a lot lately.

With those magnificent sapphires trained on him, pinning him to the spot, there was no escape from telling the reason. Nagi shifted uncomfortably.

"On the night your woman died…Ouka…" Nagi bit his lip as they both shared a painful memory, from different angles of sight. The pain in the Weiss boy's face was unbearable. He wanted to embrace him and strengthen him but was too ashamed to do it. He resentfully continued; his eyes closed so he wouldn't see the tear slipping from those eyes that he cherished. "Earlier that night, Schuldich made me turn two pictures to one and send a false message to your house."

"That I was cooperating with Takatori. I was told about that."

"Those pictures were of that disgusting man and of you. And… when I… when I looked at your picture…" Nagi raised his eyes to see Omi staring at him with interest, following closely after every word he said. "…when I looked at your picture, I kind of…"

"Fell in love with me!" Omi blurted. He immediately put both his hands over his mouth.

The Schwartz boy paled and felt so embarrassed for some reason despite the fact that it was true. He did fall in love withthe weiss ladthat moment; but for some reason he couldn't say it and couldn't let the world know it. "I should be going now." He said lowly and got up to his feet. He hardly even remembered how and when he had sat down beside the other boy.

"No, wait!" Omi exclaimed and got up too. "I'm so sorry. It just slipped out of my mouth because I was thinking about the first time that I saw you, last time we met." He watched those beautiful diamond eyes turn to look at him; and he continued more softly, "I instantly fell in love with you too."

Shock possessed Nagi's form.

The gap between them was suddenly so small and somehow it grew smaller and smaller, and then the world faded to nothing. There was absolutely nothing. Even the wind that constantly had blown around them ceased. All there was was just one small spot of light. The only thing that existed, that spot of light, was the touch of their lips. It was a kiss made of sweet dreams, hearty wishes and freed stomach butterflies. Sparks of wonder flew from it to light up the stars above.

Sparks of life were lit, lighting up both boys' worlds. They felt like this was the first time they had ever breathed, it was the first time they had opened their eyes. They were suddenly alive.

The time froze but they were so warm.

The sound went dead but they were more alive than anything ever.

The whole world stopped, but they kept on kissing for many more moments that each lasted an eternity.

Reality was far gone, and now magic was here.

Nagi felt like he was about to fall, as if the ground was pulling him down, but his love's soft hand pulled him back, by simply holding his chin up between his fingers, taking him deeper into this magical kiss.

When the kiss ended, it was replaced by the soft brushing of their lips against each other; touching and not touching. The wind blew again, carrying away their mingled breaths. They trembled together. Magic was slowly fading back to reality. Silence was soon disturbed by the passing cars near by, trains and two storming minds.

There were so many words Nagi wanted to say at that moment and none could be uttered out. Confusion was raging in his mind that he was sure he was going to accidentally blow something up. He opened his mouth to say just something, anything that could describe this great feeling Omi had given him, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a quick murmur. "I should be going now." And his legs started moving him away, further and further, from the blond boy.

"Before you go…" Omi started and easily snatched Nagi's hand before he could go any further. "Take this with you." He fisted the pale hand over the small object and smiled.

Nagi moved his hand around the object closed in his hand, felt it for its shape and texture. It was small, round and flat, like a coin, but it had a few holes in its center. Then he instantly understood. It was one of the boy's buttons, the ones he took when he saved him. He looked up at Omi's shining face.

"It's so we would always have a reason to meet." Omi explained. "Like you said, 'it would be inevitable'."

That was right. That was why Nagi took those buttons in the first place.

"I'm keeping one with me. It would be our secret, a spiritual link." He smiled and slowly let go of the pale hand. "Now, you can go."

So many words he wanted to say, but it was too late and he was already taken away by his legs. Logic was fighting the most logic-lacking thing – Love. The brain, that told him to leave or otherwise he would be in trouble, was fighting the heart, which wanted to stay there with Omi and stay in the wonderful feeling.

His heart was pounding fast, and it was difficult to tell whether it was from running or from what had happened.

Omi's love confession echoed in his mind. The feel of those lips on his own with the rosy scent of their owner's breath still lingered, tickling his lips and nose.

He then felt a strange stretching feeling in his face. His nose was getting wider, pulled by the corners of his mouth that seemed to run each to another edge of his face. He could feel air crushing on his teeth. His cheeks were rising to high bumps on his face.

Still running, he sent his fingers to explore this weird change. His legs slowed down as the conclusion of the exploring became clear.

It was a smile.

A real smile.

A genuine smile of shear happiness. A smile that until now he had only seen in movies.

Then a rolling feeling filled his stomach. It rolled and elevated inside him, stopping at his throat only to come out in a strange breathily voice that hitched again and again and again.

It was laughter.

As it repeated itself, it was getting louder and louder.

Spreading his hands in the air, he started running again, jumping every now and then, laughing. He felt free.

He felt alive for the first time in his life.

---N-a-g-i—POV----

I reach the penthouse and cool myself. I can't be seen smiling so wildly by the others. I gather my powers and float myself to the window of my room. It's the best entrance to the house at this hour, since I know fully well who is sitting in the living room, waiting for anyone to pass by so that he will pest them with thousands of annoying questions. Crawford doesn't let him go out, so he makes his fun on the expense of others.

I should have known better – there is no escape from the telepath.

"What are you doing in my room, Schuldich?" I ask coldly as I climb off the window, into my room.

He smirks. I hate when he does that. "I missed you. Where were you?"

"I couldn't sleep. I went out for some fresh air."

His smirk grows wider and more sinister.

"I think you went out to meet the little cute Weiss kitty. He called you mentally before. He called you again and again. I heard him in my mind. He said your name so sweetly, so pleading, so innocent. He made me want to rape him..."

Unlike my heart, I don't jump from what he says, I don't flinch. I keep a cool façade, as if I don't care.

"Then I think you are a jerk. Go pest someone else with your stupid delusions."

"This is not a delusion!" He jumps and pouts. It's an ugly vision to see this grown man pout like a kid. "It was real! I heard him! He was calling you. He begged for your presence. I'm telling you it was real! He said your name with his own voice!"

"Oh really, Mr. Talented Telepath? Then tell me - how the hell would he know my name?"

The redhead opens his mouth to give his bright counter sentence, but nothing comes out. He stops for a while and actually takes a moment to think of it. Good points for me. He doesn't know, of course, the story of how I saved that boy's life, about my love to him. He probably still thinks everything I had of him was washed down on that time in the SZ mansion in Germany; or that he simply has forgotten all about it. From the confused pouting expression on his face, I think the second option is the right one.

"You can't fool me with your fake 'calls'." I tell him coldly. "Remember, you are not the only telepath in this house." I am also gifted with a bit of telepathy. It's not my specialty like it is with Schuldich, but I can still look into people's minds. That is how I have heard Omi earlier. Of course, I don't like intruding into other people's minds, it's messy and I like my own mind, my silence.

"I know you were bored and dying to pest someone, but go do it to someone else."

"It was true!" He tries one last time, although I think that this time it's more to convince himself rather than me. He knows I'm right. He is bored at nights and tends to nap on the couch and fantasize things.

"Get out of my room now, Schuldich."

He looks up at me again, shining his evil smirk again. "But you are here now... and I am here now... and I am horny…"

"Get out!" I shout, looking at the terrified look on his face as he feels my grasp on the bones of his arms.

He gets up with a serious expression, and leaves.
I stare now at the shut door. Minutes pass by and it takes time until I can finally breathe again. I sigh and flop on my bed.

Damn it. I should warn Omi. I should warn him about Schuldich as soon as possible.

Tomorrow.

I look down at my hand. A silver flare runs on the outline ofthe metal button.

Tomorrow.

I curse myself again for losing concentration. It's the eighteenth time today and it's only third period. My mind keeps coming back to yesterday night's events. Omi, his calling, our kiss, my smile - so many good things have happened. Then comes the harsh blow of reality – Schuldich and his words. I should have known that happiness can't last long in my life. You can say my life is simply balancing itself. Every time something good happens to me, something bad always follows. Although, when I think of it, the good events of last night and the bad events aren't balanced. I was really happy, and so many good things happened and had been said, and most of all, he gave me his button to keep us linked by fate. It's nothing to compare to Schuldich and his stupid-though-dangerous teasing.

I touch the metal disk of my choker, and smile.

It feels like he's really here, with me.

I suddenly hear my teacher clearing her throat, right above me. My eyes, which somewhere along the way have found rest and closed, snap open and roll upwards to meet hers. She smiles and bends over to whisper to me.
"I'm glad to finally see you smiling, but please try to stay focused."

I nod, and before I put my mind set on the lesson, I tell myself again – I will meet him today. I will warn him.

I will meet you again, Omi. Today, after school, I will see you again, my love.

Clutching at the small button, I take a deep breath and wait patiently for the end of today's lessons.

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Across the city, over roads and buildings, inside a classroom of a boring lesson, Omi suddenly felt like he was being hugged. It was such an overwhelming feeling. His hand on its own accord lifted off its rest on the desk and held a small metallic object hanging on a lace around his neck.

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TBC

A/N: hey there, sorry it took so long to update. Things aren't quite going as I've planned.
Did you like this chappy? OMG they kissed! I know it's stupid but even I was melting when they kissed. I tried to write it as magical as I could just to show you how I saw it in my mind. Did I do well? Tell me, ne? Write me about it in that small button right under this note.