SORRY!!!!! I got killed at work for the past several days! Oh my gosh! They are pushing the seasonal sales this week. What company puts Easter, summer, and spring items on sale all at once? Wow and lots of moving and everything LOL Oh well that's all I needed to rant. But yeah today is my day off and what do I do instead of sleeping the day away. I write! YES that's what I love to do. Okay a little update on this story I've officially cancelled one of the chapters and combined it into one. It made no sense giving you two small chapters. More for me to think of a better ending than I originally planned. Oh and Vanessa if I could write something humorous or even something picture perfect like Aya discovering Omi like that I would. It'll be great! You fueled the mind with an interesting new ending. I just got to plan it and set it up from here out. LOL Thank you! Anyway let's get this baby started.

WARNING!!!! At the end of this chapter is a little "hand" problem. LOL if you get my drift. If not okay let's make it a little plain. A hand gets friendly with Omi's member. Please don't read that paragraph if it offends you. I'll let you know when it's coming.

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Chapter Six

Ken jerked to a sudden beeping noise. He hadn't even noticed that he fell asleep sitting at the computer. Rubbing his eyes, his mind finally registered what that noise was. Gasping, he jerked from his seat. Omi did manage to trigger his tracker. "Aya, Yoji, get up! We have a lock!" Ken stumbled out of the computer chair and started over to where his gloves were hanging neatly with everyone else's weapons. Hearing swearing coming from one of the couches, he reached up for Omi's weapons. He wasn't sure which one the young assassin would want to use, but he figured he could carry both of them. Ken hooked the crossbow to his waist and weaved his arm through the strings of the long bow. He didn't know how Omi could use these weapons as quickly as he could. He was about to get Omi's spit darts when he noticed that they were already gone. A small sense of hope glimmered in his eyes. At least their youngest member wasn't completely defenseless.

Yoji got up from the couch, swearing about the sudden noise before realizing that Ken was already over in their weapons cabinet. "Tell me you printed out that address flashing on the screen," he mumbled to Ken as he got his watch and started to mess with it. Ken's shocked expression revealed it all. Yoji shook his head and started over to the computer. Clearly Ken's head wasn't completely calm. He hit the print button, watching the printer come alive and start its process of printing not only the address but a map to the location. Picking up the piece of paper, Yoji studied the path carefully.

"Where is it?" Aya asked, putting his long jacket on to hide the katana for now.

"Less than five blocks from the bank. It won't take us long to get there. We should take Ken's bike and my car. At least if a chase breaks out we'll have the speed of my car and Ken can cut through and tight places."

"Agreed. Hopefully, Omi isn't leading us into a trap."

"How could you think that?" Ken shouted from across the room. He had already started towards the door leading to their garage.

"You saw Omi's face when that man whispered something to him. Omi is strong. I just don't think he's that strong to endure that sort of pain without revealing something," Aya stated.

Ken shook his head. "You can loose faith in him all you want, but I know he wouldn't do that to us. He's trained like us!"

Aya growled and walked through the door out towards Yoji's car. "You go through that and see if you can keep your head in check. He's too young to have his emotions under control."

Ken was about the lunged at his leader when Yoji walked up behind him and held him in place. "He's right you know. Whether it's a trap or not we're still going after him. Calm down. I believe Omi is fine, and he activated it on his own," Yoji whispered before jumping into his car. Ken sighed and started to wheel his bike out of the corner. He wondered why Aya would instantly start thinking about situations like that. True the robber did whisper something in Omi's ear, but they already figured out that he was searching for his tracking device. What if all he said was something about knowing Omi was an assassin? They were all thinking too much into everything. Ken straddled his bike, started it, and followed the other car out of the garage. "Please be alright," Ken silently prayed.

Omi winced again as he attempted to move, but his body was firmly secured not only in place by the handcuffs but from his sore muscles. He felt as if he got into a hand to hand combat with someone as strong and tall like Yoji, and he lost. Closing his eyes and taking long, deep breathes, Omi worked through his screaming body. He knew that once the others got there he would have to move quickly so he would have to ignore every aching muscle. Moving his tongue over the sore part of his mouth, he licked more of the moisture that didn't taste like blood anymore.

Omi glanced down at the foot of the bed. He couldn't see where they threw his clothes or where they put his spit darts. They could have taken it with them, but he wasn't sure. If he knew the others, they would bring at least his crossbow. Any type of weapon would be fine at that moment. The door slammed open, revealing the leader. "You foolish little boy! Do you realize what I can do to you by the time your friends and comrades can get here?"

"Anything is better than waiting for you to use me in some sort of plan to take Weiss down!" Omi shouted, his anger building now. Omi didn't fear death. He knew that in his line of work it was going to happen sooner or later.

The man's piercing blue eyes glared down at him. He growled as he approached Omi with a blade in his hand. "Do you know Aya's greatest fear? It's different from his sister. How about Yoji? Do you know what type of cases he got when he was a detective? Do you know anything about Ken's past? No! I think not. You foolish little boy. I know everything about you. I know what you're afraid of. You hate being locked up like this. It reminds you of a certain little past that you wish to forget again. I know you're afraid of things you can't control. You were afraid of one of my men sticking his finger up your ass. How would you like something else going up there? I could bring him in here. In five minutes, he could break you and leave you bleeding for your comrades to find. I don't need to keep you to destroy Weiss. I'll prove it."

Omi's fear clashed with his anger. He couldn't believe how much this man knew about them. Who was he? Suddenly the man right in front of him changed completely. "Schuldig!"

(WARNING PARAGRAPH)

"So, Kitten. You want to see what they are afraid of?" The German reached down to Omi's lower half and started to pump the young man's member. Omi curled his fingers and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to give the telepath the pleasure of his scream. "Don't try to hide your fear. I can read it as plain as a book. And I don't even need telepathy to do that." Tears welled at the corner of his eyes. Omi felt disgusting as his body started to react. Schuldig unhooked his legs, flipping Omi over to his side. Omi tried to kick him away, but the Schwarz member just wrapped his legs around Omi securing him in place. His body tensed as he released all over the bed sheets and his enemy's hand. Whimpering, he let the tears fall. It was no use hiding from the telepath. "Aw, was that your first time?" Schuldig chuckled as he took the knife and sliced it across Omi's stomach. Omi screamed to expecting it as his blood now mixed with the sheets. "Everything is all set."

(Okay all done)

Schuldig unlocked Omi and pulled him out of the room. Breaking through the fear, Omi managed to set his feet on the ground and spun out of his grip. He took off down the hallway as he heard the German swear before feeling arms wrap around his body again. Schuldig punched him in the stomach, causing the young assassin to scream again. He shoved Omi out the basement door and up a small set of stairs to a waiting van. "Is he giving you trouble?" a deep voice asked.

"Pipsqueak is unpredictable."

"I saw that. But I bet I can predict him. Put a blanket over him and stop the bleeding. That was going overboard, but it might work to our benefit," Crawford commented, driving away from the building. Omi glanced up feeling a warm blanket draped over him and pressure being placed on his stomach. Something grabbed his arms and held him in place.

"Nagi, I got him. He's going to pass out soon anyway."

"Keep him awake. I want him to see the drama unfold from your little event."

Schuldig snickered and placed Omi on one of the seats in the darken van. A total of four car seats lined the back of the van all facing the front. Omi's eyes remained half closed, and his body started to feel weak. The blood he lost was starting to make his mind fuzzy, and his eyes blurred, but something in the back of his mind kept him awake. Nagi opened his laptop and turned the screen towards Omi and Schuldig. That's when Omi noticed that a camera was in his room. The angle was wide enough to get ever inch of the room. His clothes remained at the foot of the bed and he could see the blood stains on the sheets. Suddenly, he realized what the others would think. "That's right, Kitten. You'll see their reactions. And you already know what they are going to think when Kritiker tests those sheets. Oh, and stop thinking of Cindi. I didn't anything to her. She's home with the flu. Nagi took her place," the German finished, pointing over to their youngest member. Omi put his head against the back of the seat. "It's useless to fall asleep. I'm keeping you awake. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Omi wanted to look away and not give them the pleasure of hurting him mentally, but he found his body refused to move. Nagi was obviously holding him in place. He never felt the pressure of Nagi's powers before, but he knew he could do that from what Manx informed them.

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One long chapter instead of two short ones. How's that? LOL Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll try to update tomorrow before I leave for work. If not defiantly on Friday. Thanks for reading please review!

Angel Dove