Chapter Six Omi's perspective

The next few days were some of the most spectacular of my young life, and despite the fact that Nagi never said anything I know that he felt the same way. On various occasions during that cherished period Nagi used his telekinesis to throw me against the wall. This was altered from the instances when we fought because these times I was immensely entertained by what Nagi would do to me while I was powerless to stop him.

Unfortunately, as is the case with all good things, our bliss came to an end.

I was lying on the settee with my head on Nagi's lap. He was absently running his wondrous fingers through my hair as he leaned back with his eyelids gently closed to listen to the instrumental music he had put on. I did not adore or abhor the sound, ergo it didn't vex me that it was playing, particularly since Nagi was touching me.

Nagi's midnight blue eyes suddenly snapped open. "They're here."

I blinked up at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"My teammates are back from Sweden." He peered down at my face intently. "Whatever happens, Omi, I won't let them hurt you." Before I could reply I heard the doorknob turning. Nagi hastily pushed me off of his lap. He stood to face the doorway just as Schwarz ambled inside and deposited their suitcases on the kitchen table.

"I'm glad to be away from there. That man we had to guard was a pain the ass," muttered Schuldich.

Not dignifying this remark with a response, Crawford asked Nagi, "The prisoner was not unduly harmed?"

Nagi nodded almost imperceptibly.

Crawford expelled a bored sort of sigh. "Let's get the questioning over with. I'd like to go to bed."

Calmly and coolly, Nagi stated, "None of you are going to touch him."

"Oh really?" Schuldich marched toward Nagi menacingly, though Nagi stood his ground and maintained a stoic expression. Swifter than I could blink Schuldich had his hand on Nagi's head. I suspected that Schuldich could merely calculate what one was presently thinking from a distance, yet he could obtain any knowledge he desired by grazing their cranium. Equally as quickly as the telepath Nagi tossed him across the room, but Schuldich must have gotten what he wanted because he was smirking. "Evidently our little prodigy wasn't the best one to leave here. He seems to have fallen in love with the kitten."

Farfarello grinned maniacally. "Homosexuality hurts God."

Crawford slowly, dangerously turned his head from Farfarello and Schuldich to examine Nagi again. The light glinted off of his spectacles. "Is this true, Nagi? I foresaw that the two of you would play mature games together, yet I assumed you were smart enough not to let yourself get emotionally attached."

"I love him?" It was an inquiry, not a declaration. He looked as bewildered as I felt. I did not blame him. How could anyone feel anything except uncertainty in such a situation? I was honestly not positive if I loved him either.

"If it's too emotional for you go into your room for a bit while we deal with it," Crawford half-mocked, half-commanded. The telekinetic's music in the background was tranquil; contradicting the tension of the situation. The irony nearly caused m to laugh awkwardly.

"You ought to let him watch," commented Schuldich. "After all, if ruined lives taste like honey then tragic romance and death taste like the silkiest chocolate." What Crawford would have answered was a mystery since Nagi hurled them into a wall. Schuldich laughed while struggling against Nagi's endowment. "You don't stand a chance against all of us." Farfarello yanked a beloved dagger from his pocket and flung it towards Nagi's skull.

"No, Farfarello!" reprimanded Crawford. Was he concerned about Nagi's well-being or did he believe they could get Nagi, and more importantly his powers, back on their side? "Kill Bombay if you're going to murder someone." I doubt I'll ever find out.

He nimbly leapt out of the blade's path, though it was clear it drained Nagi of energy to move and concentrate simultaneously on keeping them against the wall.

I bent down to pick up the knife, intending to use it to assist Nagi.

"Omi, get out of here," ordered Nagi icily.

"I'm not going to leave you here alone!" I shouted.

Nagi glared at me and I was propelled out of the flat into the hall and down abundant flights of stairs, hearing the door close and lock seconds later. Once the power released me I knew I'd have to go down to the front desk on the ground floor to retrieve an extra key and possibly a letter opener to use as a skewer if I was to be able to return to the flat and help Nagi. I hoped someone would be there; no one seemed to be in the building at this time. When I reached the bottom of the final staircase Nagi's scream reverberated throughout the entire establishment. I cursed under my breath and spun around to dash back up the steps and break down the door if necessary, however, when I placed my foot on the first step it crumbled. The walls shook ominously. My only option was to vacate the area.

Outside, someone grasped my elbow. I would have struggled against them if the hands weren't familiar.

"Ken!"

He granted me a relieved smile. "We've been worried sick about you."

Footsteps were rapidly approaching. I glanced away from Ken and viewed Aya and Yoji. I beamed at them. "It's great to see you guys. How'd you know I was here?"

Aya replied, "It took us the whole damn week to use our resources to figure out you were kidnapped by Schwarz and where Schwartz was." He appeared disgusted. "We need some new resources 'cause you could've been dead by the time we found you."

"So, you missed me?"

The redhead's manner became unreadable as usual. "Your absence was bad for the team, that's all." He wandered off in another direction, though he refrained from going too far.

Yoji rolled his eyes at Aya as he ruffled my hair. "We all wanted you back, Omi."

I was about to inform them that I had longed to see them also when I heard the building collapse behind me. As I turned around to scan the debacle I forgot about my friends' presence, forgot about everything exempt Nagi. Several thoughts went through my imagination, yet the only one that managed to escape my mouth was, "No, it can't be like Hugh!"

Naught fazed the older blond, but my protest undeniably perplexed him. "Who the Hell is Hugh?" queried Yoji.

Minerva's Note: Only the 3rd person perspective epilogue remains. I love reading and writing cliffhangers, so this chapter was fun for me, but you readers probably want to murder me. Please review, even if all you wish to do is tell me I should die painfully for keeping you in suspense rather than remark on my characterisation or my writing strengths&weaknesses or the weather. What? I've gotten reviews for things more random than weather, like for example: fruit.