I'm glad I'm getting this better for all of you. Thank you so much for helping me through I just haven't wrote a suspense fic in a long time not to mention a Weiss one either. I've gotten better with the other animes, but it's difficult with characters like the Weiss boys. Even in the series they're complicated. LOL Their Japanese voice actors are wonderful too. I love them all especially the voice actor for Ken, Tomokazu Seki. I have him in a lot of animes. He's so cool!!!! But I've also noticed that a lot of animes that features one of them will have either two of the other three or even sometimes all of them. Okay that's it for my love rant LOL you guys don't care about that you want to know what's going on with Omi huh? So let's kick this off on a good foot.

WARNING! Violence towards the end. Just a fair warning nn

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Chapter Five

Omi opened his eyes slowly, forgetting that he was trapped in a room. He moved his arms and realized that they screamed in protest. He sighed and attempted to stretch his back, but nothing would let him move. He glanced down to see that someone chained his feet to the bed during his little nap sessions. Cursing under his breath, he beat himself up for his stupidity. He should have never given in to his fatigue especially considering that they snuck in without triggering his subconscious mind. Who knows what else they could have done to him. Omi growled and moved his wrists until he could feel some sort of sensation from them. He hated waking his sleeping limbs up. That stinging, tickling feeling was enough to cause sufficient pain where he would say anything in a fragile mental state.

Once Omi had enough feeling in his fingers, he moved his body up as far as he could with the chains stretched to their limit. Straining his back, Omi's fingers finally fumbled with the lock pick behind his ear. Though the pin was extremely small, he was confident enough that he could get it to corporate with his small fingers. He knew that Aya must have had his at the bank, and he wondered if Aya had to use it in order to get them all free. He couldn't imagine trying to explain that to the police and the tellers. Omi slid his tongue to the roof of his mouth, feeling the hidden device still there. He smiled and calculated his escape route. He knew which direction they took Cindi in, but he had to be one hundred percent sure if he wanted to move quickly. With his spit darts as his only defense, he would need to find something in this room that he could use.

Flipping the pin over, he accidentally cut the back of his ear. Hissing, he carefully lowered his back down, making sure he secured the pin in-between his fingers. Taking a few deep breaths and waiting for his muscles to relax, Omi finally moved his fingers to the lock of the handcuffs. Laughing slightly, he remembered having difficulty unlocking himself without looking. It took him several months to finally perfect that technique. Now, it seemed as if he was a professional thief more than a trained assassin. He groaned as he continued to have difficult with the stubborn lock.

Omi was just about to give up when he heard a most fabulous noise; the soft click of the cuffs opening. He flexed his hand before starting on the other lock. With one hand free, he managed to unlock his other hand faster being able to have full control. He let his arms down, feeling the blood returning to them. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, allowing his body to return to normal. He didn't want to leave this room with half his strength. He cracked his neck and back before leaning down to unlock his legs. Happiness and relief flowed through his senses, knowing that just because he was the youngest, smallest member, he was still able to help himself.

Suddenly the door slammed opened, and he dropped the pin. Groaning he quickly diverted his eyes to find the pin, but four hands grabbed him and shoved him to the bed. Someone punched him in the face, causing his eyes to water and his mind to forget what was going on. He could barely pick up the words being spoken at him in his dazed out state. "Where is it?" Omi finally heard.

Shaking his head as best as he could from his position, he tried to figure out what exactly "it" was. "I dropped it when you shoved me down," Omi answered. One of the men released his hold on the young man, but the other man was strong enough to hold him. Omi attempted to move again, but his body was being smashed intensely to the bed.

He heard one of the men growl before they punched him again. "No, not the lock pick. Where's your tracker?"

Omi's heart skipped a beat. They knew he wasn't just a florist, but how? Even if he almost ran over their leader, it was impossible for him to know that much. He couldn't have seen him kill his target. His accident was nearly a half hour after the assassination of his target. Remaining silent, Omi knew that his tracker was the only way for his partners to find him. He would never give that up. He felt his feet being released as one of the men picked him up and tossed him against the wall. They pinned him there, punching him in the stomach. Omi hissed and tried to curl around his aching organ. He coughed, feeling for the first time the blood that was trickling down his chin.

"I'll ask one last time. Where's your tracker?"

"Like I'd tell you," Omi groaned, determined to be as strong as he could.

Two hands cruelly ripped through his hair. "You always kept it in your hair. Where is it? I know you have it."

Tired of this, Omi lifted his tongue to release one of the spit darts. Just as he formed his lips in a small O to release the dart, a hand grabbed his cheeks and pointed his head down. "Spit it on the floor," the same voice that has been talking the entire time said.

Unable to take a breath, he released the dart on the floor. His head was lifted and two fingers slammed into his mouth. Gagging from the intrusion, Omi struggled to breath. He felt the device being scrapped out his mouth as the man's fingernails cut the roof of his mouth. He coughed and breathed heavily once the fingers were removed. More blood painted his lips, but he didn't care what they did to him. Without his darts and the lock pick, he wasn't going to reveal to them the tracking device. Even if he was defenseless, he wanted to have hope that they others would come for him.

"I had enough of this. We'll search everywhere on your body for that device! We gave you the option of making it easy, but you blew that off." The men tore at his clothes, ripping everything away from his body as they searched all over his skin. Omi struggled as they looked behind his ears, through his hair and along every inch of his chest and back. They threw his shoes and socks off, checking in-between his toes and all along his feet. Omi gave off an automatic whimper when they ripped his boxers off. He felt his face reddened as they continued to check every inch of his body.

One of the men parted his butt cheeks instantly getting a response from Omi. "It's not there!" Omi's heart raced in his chest. They touched almost every inch of his body, and he didn't want them to do anything back there. "Release me, and I'll give it to you," Omi said, fear lining his voice.

"Good, boy. Don't try anything, or I'll stick more than my finger up there." Omi took several deep breaths as he tried to get his body to calm down. The men released him as he slowly moved his hand down. He took his last deep breath, finding his courage again. He reached for the small chip like shaped tracker that was attached to his upper thigh. He pressed the button to activate it before handing it over to the man with black hair.

The man backhanded him, sending him flying to the floor. "The little brat activated it. Chain him up. We have to act quickly." The second man, whom Omi didn't see until he was flat on his back again on the bed, hooked his hands and feet up without even given him the decency of his clothes.

"You'll pay dearly for this Omi Tsukiyono," the black haired man said as he slammed the door after the other man left. Shivering from the cold and the after effects of his fear, Omi lied there completely uncomfortable and aching. He hoped that the others will get there before they had a chance to move him or worse, kill him.

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YAYAYAYAY Another chapter done! Thank you very much for reading and please review.

Angel Dove