Summary: Omi's having trouble coping after Esset's downfall but none of Weiss sees it. Lost in their own problems Omi is left to deal with his alone when he doesn't want to. The only thing is his problems have a way of making him deal with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz characters.
Chapter 1: Faded Smile
Darkness IntertwinedIt was pitch black by the time he reached the house, the rain having stopped some while ago. He was wet and cold, his hair and clothes stuck to his body. He didn't really care.
Omi didn't care about many things these days.
The small figure made it's way towards the door, fingers fumbling to get the keys out of his pocket and then finding the right one. It was more difficult than it seemed, as the light outside the door had long since died and none of the Weiss members had done much to fix it… Not since Siberian had died.
A curse slipped the younger boys mouth as the keys slipped from his grasp and hit the ground, and he quickly bent down searching for them. After a minute he found them, fingers brushing against the wet and cold metal. No thanks to the street lamp that was barely visible other than the faint glow it emitted through the sea of darkness that pressed down on the boy at all sides.
Quickly he straightened himself, not wanting to stay outside any longer than he had to, finding the correct key and turning it in the lock. With a creak Omi had opened the door. He had decided the best way was through the back rather than the front so he wouldn't alert the others.
It wouldn't have mattered; as soon as Omi opened the door, he knew nobody was there. The teen paused, staring at the black house before entering it, dripping everywhere and almost instantly making a puddle where he stood.
He flicked a switch on the side of the wall and light flooded the deserted house, but it only seemed so much emptier than when the lights were off. Sighing Omi ran his fingers through his wet hair while he slipped off his shoes and socks and setting them beside the door.
Aya was probably with his sister at the hospital as she slowly learned to get back on her feet after her comatose state; he'd been going and staying there, even since the incident.
Yohji would probably be found in a bar and wouldn't return until the early hours of the morning to which then he would just sleep in his bed locking the door. Several times the teen had tried talking to him because he knew what ailed the man, but more often than not he wouldn't say a word to him or brush him off. "No worries Chibi." Either that or stare at him with his emerald orbs, distantly, almost as if he wasn't there anymore.
As for himself he tried to stay as far away from the shop as possible, but since he had one of the shifts it didn't entirely work to his advantage. Even then, he was always smiles.. except when he was alone. When he was alone, he always let his façade slip, let everything crash and burn. All over again.
And Ken. Ken was gone. He had died in the final battle with Schwartz, drowned at sea. But Omi didn't want to think about that right now.
A sigh slipped from the small figure as he cast another woeful glance around the room before walking up the stairs, his hand gliding along the smooth wood of the banister. He reached the landing, but instead of turning right as he would have usually done he turned left towards Aya's room and the bathroom.
The soft taps of his footsteps against the wood floor could be heard as he moved down the dark hallway towards the blue tiled bathroom. Omi needed some aspirin, badly. His head was pounding and it was making him feel sick. Vertigo rose to his throat but he pushed it back down, but it left its taste in his mouth.
Stopping he reached out groping for the light switch until light flooded the small room, shocks rising though his heels as he stepped onto the cold tiled floor.
He pulled his soaked jacked off, throwing it to the side, where it landed on the floor with a soft thump. Almost instantly he was cold as the air met wet skin and he unconsciously gave a shiver. Maybe he needed to turn on the heater. After all, it was winter.
He waved off his inner ramblings. Really at the moment he was too tired to care.
Omi stepped in front of the bathroom sink and snatched a paper cup from the stack that was pushed in the corner. Ignoring his reflection in the mirror he opened it up to the cabinet that lay behind it, snatching the aspirin before closing the cabinet back up.
He turned on the faucet, filling his cup before trying to open the aspirin. A small growl escaped him, as it seemed he was having too much difficulty in actually opening the bottle in his tired state. Damn child-proof bottles.
After a few moments it finally opened (which was lucky because Omi was just about to throw it across the room) and the teen quickly downed not his regular two, but three. As long as the pounding in his head went away he didn't really care how many it took.
Turning the light off, he left the bathroom wrapping his arms around his torso to retain what heat he had left, walking back down the hall. As he passed them, Omi gave a side-long glance down the stairs, silently wishing for somebody.. no, anybody to be there, but nothing was. A sigh escaped the teen as he continued down the hallway and towards his bedroom... until something caught his eye.
It was nothing other than one of the many cats that flocked around Momo-san.
It paused in its progression down the hall, golden gaze fixating itself onto the golden haired teen, the light from the downstairs making the feline's black fur shine. It ears twitched and it turned its head towards Omi's room which was barely a foot from the cat. A small deep-throated growl came from the cat; its golden gaze narrowing, tail twitching sharply and ears bending in either what was fear or anger before the cat quickly ran off and down the stairs.
Omi glanced suspiciously at his door paranoia jolting in as he quietly crept forward, assassin skills kicking themselves into gear. What could possible be in his room? Nothing seemed awry when he had walked in. Had he possible missed something?
The young assassin reached towards his pockets out of habit but cursed silently as he remembered he hadn't brought his darts with him. Well he'd just have to rely on pure strength and speed, which despite what Omi's form suggested he had and could use when he wanted.
Physically and mentally preparing himself he rushed into his room his eyes scanning through the room for the intruder.
Nothing was there.
Omi could see that from the faint glow of the moon that dimly lit his room. Everything was in place; his bed on the opposite wall, his desk, littered with papers, clothes, thrown haphazardly into a laundry basket in the corner. Nothing at all was amiss.
The teen shut his eyes and raised a hand to his head his assassin mode fading into nothing as he made himself relax.
Mental Note to Self: Never trust a cat's judgment.
Now that he knew that he wasn't going to be attacked, the blonde-haired teen flicked on the light and shut the door.
"Guess Momo-san's cats don't like me anymore, hmm?"
The teen jumped at the sound, head jerking around to find the source of the voice, only to be met by Ken sitting at his desk chair, head leaning on his hand as he gazed at the boy a smile on his lips.
Omi did not reply as he let the initial shock fade away and ignoring the brunette's question and continued on as he had never seen him.
"Yohji and Aya not home?" he heard the brunette ask as he slipped off his shirt and threw it aside. His laundry would need to be done sometime.
"Omittchi. It doesn't help if you ignore me." Omi flinched at the sound of his nickname but continued on ignoring the brunette, grabbing a few more blankets from his closet and laying them on his bed.
The teen didn't want to deal with the imaginary Ken that was sitting before him. He just didn't.
Seeing someone when they're dead was not a normal sign, and talking to them would be even worse, but he had been seeing Ken for awhile now. Omi kept seeing him around since about a month after he was dead. It wasn't normal.
"You're dead, it doesn't matter," he finally replied dryly in a hope of sending the older male away, but it only made the said male shake his head lightly and frown at him.
Biting his lip lightly he silently decided it'd be better not to worry about a shower or change of clothes. The teen was just too tired to do much more. So he made his way to shut the light back off before he stopped.
"You're going to get sick if you go to bed like that."
The brunette was probably right, but at the moment Omi didn't care so he flicked off the light. Now faced with a completely empty room again he crawled into bed and went to sleep.
To all Reviewers – Thank you all so much! I'm sorry for the late chapter but I'm not a fast writer by any means. I'm actually not entirely to happy with this chapter to tell you the truth but I thought it better to go ahead so as not to be killed by readers. I've probably already killed off the few reviews I've had by the long wait… Gomen Nasai!
flarescence – Thank you so much! This is actually my first time writing fanfiction for Weiss Kreuz though I saw the series quite a while ago.
weiss kittyn – Funny how that is.. isn't it?
Ochiba-san – O.o Love confession piece! XD I don't know if I could do a love confession piece. I'm all for the angst! Mahh so glad the ending turning out right. I wasn't sure how'd it actually go. It's been so long since I've written a fanfiction.
Mamour – Thanks So glad you liked it!
Kimpatsu no Hoseki – Yes it was Hopefully this chapter explained a few things.. but if you want to know entirely what happened to dear Ken-ken.. then you'll have to keep reading.