Blind Danger
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,574
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Think I Know
CHAPTER TWO:
Three days later, Omi was still unconscious. Nagi was beginning to get extremely worried about the older teen, and refused to leave the bedside, \'just in case\' he woke up. Finally, on the fourth day, Crawford came in and bodily dragged him out, forcing him to get something to eat. Schuldig was sitting in the kitchen, idly munching on a tomato. Halfway through Nagi\'s rushed meal, he blinked, and looked in the direction of the bedroom where Omi slept.
\"The kittens awake...\" He smirked widely. \"Somewhat.\"
Nagi glared at Schuldig briefly before dashing off to the room.
Brad sighed, folding the paper he\'d been reading. \"Here it goes...\"
Schuldig\'s smirk, somehow, widened. \"What did you See?\"
Nagi burst into the room.
\"Bombay!\"
Omi was standing in the middle of the room, looking around curiously. He turned at the sound, and looked almost shyly at Nagi. Then he smiled widely.
\"Hi there! What\'s your name?\"
--
Crawford pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. \"Bombay has lost his memory.\"
Schuldig\'s grin curved, resembling a wicked Cheshire Cat. \"He most certainly did. His mind\'s completely empty. A few surface thoughts about where he is, and what he\'s doing there...Not much else. Looks like that clock on the head really did it to him.\"
\"Thats what I was afraid of...\" Crawford looked out the window, and Schuldig knew he\'d seen something more. It was bothering him, whatever it was.
--
Nagi blinked. \"What?\"
Omi\'s wide eyes bore into him. \"Do you know what my name is? Where I am? I...\" he looked sad. \"I can\'t remember anything...\"
Nagi\'s proverbial \'Angel\' came up on one side. \"Help him. He\'s been hurt alot, and this is your chance to redeem yourself to him.\"
The Devil came up on the other. \"This is your chance! Now you can win his affections without that stupid Weiss/Schwarz thing!\"
Nagi had to ask. \"Aren\'t you two supposed to DISAGREE?\"
They looked at him. \"Ohh yeah...\" They vanished.
Nagi looked up at Bombay, who was gazing at him trustingly.
\"Hai. Your name is Bom-...Omi. Tsukiyono Omi. I\'m Naoe Nagi. Are you feeling any better?\"
\"I don\'t know. How am I supposed to be feeling?\"
\"Does anything hurt?\" Nagi clarified.
Omi thought about it. \"My head, a little. And ...\" He trailed off, looking shy. Nagi realized that he really WAS attractive, and that he hadn\'t been imagining it. Especially when he wasn\'t trying to kill him.
\"And what?\" He spoke softly, with deference to Omi\'s mention of a headache.
Omi blushed. \"I\'m kind of hungry...\" Nagi felt like kicking himself. Of course. /The boy hasn\'t eaten in four days, of course he\'s going to be hungry./
\"Sure. Follow me.\"
Nagi came into the kitchen, ignoring Schuldig\'s leer, and Crawford\'s watchful look. Omi trailed after him shyly, looking like a lost puppy dog.
/What a BIG house...I hope Nagi doesn\'t live here alone...how...lonely./ Omi entered the kitchen and saw two people sitting there. To himself, he sighed in relief. Nagi wasn\'t alone. Nagi was now puttering about the stove, making them both some food. Omi shyly looked at the two men, trying to appear like he wasn\'t watching them.
One was a redhead, with long flowing hair held at bay by a yellow headband. His face was twisted with a smirk, that somehow didn\'t look bad on him. In fact, Omi decided to himself, that if the smirk were a little gentler, the man would be attractive. Nowhere near Nagi\'s level, but close. He looked at the other man, the one with glasses. His face was an expressionless mask of stone. They were both gaijin, he realized with a jump. All three men, in Omi\'s opinion, were some of the most good looking he\'d ever laid eyes on. Not that he coud remember how many people he looked at... It was quite distressing.
Schuldig feigned indifference, but Omi noticed that the more he thought about the redheaded gaijin, the wider the smirk became.
Nagi put some food down on the table, and flashed Omi a heartstopping grin. He literally felt his breath catch in his throat as time slowed down. Everything else melted away, and it was just the two of them. One of their bystanders cleared their throat, and the spell was broken. Omi smiled back at him, warmly, feeling heat flush his face. A warm feeling spread through his body, making him feel content. This felt ...right.
Schuldig glanced at Crawford.
:Hey, Crawfish... I think I know what you Saw...:
Crawford raised an eyebrow, showing he was listening without otherwise acknowledging it.
:The little kittens going to fall in love with our Prodigy, isn\'t he:
The only reply Crawford deigned to give was:Don\'t call me Crawfish.:
--
ha. a good story that i ruined the first time around has been improved. i\'m going to try and work on this some more, but as for now, here\'s the new and improved version. one of the issues that came up in reviews was, \'why was Yohji drunk on a mission\'? its a plot device. i needed him out of the way. -
Three days later, Omi was still unconscious. Nagi was beginning to get extremely worried about the older teen, and refused to leave the bedside, \'just in case\' he woke up. Finally, on the fourth day, Crawford came in and bodily dragged him out, forcing him to get something to eat. Schuldig was sitting in the kitchen, idly munching on a tomato. Halfway through Nagi\'s rushed meal, he blinked, and looked in the direction of the bedroom where Omi slept.
\"The kittens awake...\" He smirked widely. \"Somewhat.\"
Nagi glared at Schuldig briefly before dashing off to the room.
Brad sighed, folding the paper he\'d been reading. \"Here it goes...\"
Schuldig\'s smirk, somehow, widened. \"What did you See?\"
Nagi burst into the room.
\"Bombay!\"
Omi was standing in the middle of the room, looking around curiously. He turned at the sound, and looked almost shyly at Nagi. Then he smiled widely.
\"Hi there! What\'s your name?\"
--
Crawford pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. \"Bombay has lost his memory.\"
Schuldig\'s grin curved, resembling a wicked Cheshire Cat. \"He most certainly did. His mind\'s completely empty. A few surface thoughts about where he is, and what he\'s doing there...Not much else. Looks like that clock on the head really did it to him.\"
\"Thats what I was afraid of...\" Crawford looked out the window, and Schuldig knew he\'d seen something more. It was bothering him, whatever it was.
--
Nagi blinked. \"What?\"
Omi\'s wide eyes bore into him. \"Do you know what my name is? Where I am? I...\" he looked sad. \"I can\'t remember anything...\"
Nagi\'s proverbial \'Angel\' came up on one side. \"Help him. He\'s been hurt alot, and this is your chance to redeem yourself to him.\"
The Devil came up on the other. \"This is your chance! Now you can win his affections without that stupid Weiss/Schwarz thing!\"
Nagi had to ask. \"Aren\'t you two supposed to DISAGREE?\"
They looked at him. \"Ohh yeah...\" They vanished.
Nagi looked up at Bombay, who was gazing at him trustingly.
\"Hai. Your name is Bom-...Omi. Tsukiyono Omi. I\'m Naoe Nagi. Are you feeling any better?\"
\"I don\'t know. How am I supposed to be feeling?\"
\"Does anything hurt?\" Nagi clarified.
Omi thought about it. \"My head, a little. And ...\" He trailed off, looking shy. Nagi realized that he really WAS attractive, and that he hadn\'t been imagining it. Especially when he wasn\'t trying to kill him.
\"And what?\" He spoke softly, with deference to Omi\'s mention of a headache.
Omi blushed. \"I\'m kind of hungry...\" Nagi felt like kicking himself. Of course. /The boy hasn\'t eaten in four days, of course he\'s going to be hungry./
\"Sure. Follow me.\"
Nagi came into the kitchen, ignoring Schuldig\'s leer, and Crawford\'s watchful look. Omi trailed after him shyly, looking like a lost puppy dog.
/What a BIG house...I hope Nagi doesn\'t live here alone...how...lonely./ Omi entered the kitchen and saw two people sitting there. To himself, he sighed in relief. Nagi wasn\'t alone. Nagi was now puttering about the stove, making them both some food. Omi shyly looked at the two men, trying to appear like he wasn\'t watching them.
One was a redhead, with long flowing hair held at bay by a yellow headband. His face was twisted with a smirk, that somehow didn\'t look bad on him. In fact, Omi decided to himself, that if the smirk were a little gentler, the man would be attractive. Nowhere near Nagi\'s level, but close. He looked at the other man, the one with glasses. His face was an expressionless mask of stone. They were both gaijin, he realized with a jump. All three men, in Omi\'s opinion, were some of the most good looking he\'d ever laid eyes on. Not that he coud remember how many people he looked at... It was quite distressing.
Schuldig feigned indifference, but Omi noticed that the more he thought about the redheaded gaijin, the wider the smirk became.
Nagi put some food down on the table, and flashed Omi a heartstopping grin. He literally felt his breath catch in his throat as time slowed down. Everything else melted away, and it was just the two of them. One of their bystanders cleared their throat, and the spell was broken. Omi smiled back at him, warmly, feeling heat flush his face. A warm feeling spread through his body, making him feel content. This felt ...right.
Schuldig glanced at Crawford.
:Hey, Crawfish... I think I know what you Saw...:
Crawford raised an eyebrow, showing he was listening without otherwise acknowledging it.
:The little kittens going to fall in love with our Prodigy, isn\'t he:
The only reply Crawford deigned to give was:Don\'t call me Crawfish.:
--
ha. a good story that i ruined the first time around has been improved. i\'m going to try and work on this some more, but as for now, here\'s the new and improved version. one of the issues that came up in reviews was, \'why was Yohji drunk on a mission\'? its a plot device. i needed him out of the way. -