Crazy Times

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title: Crazy Times
author: Rhole Hidaka 
rating: NC-17 
warnings: angst, torture, language, shotacon, mind games, lemon and all manner of other evils ^^()
spoilers: episodes 8-13 (the whole Omi thing)
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A sharp buzzing sound pierced the air. Groaning, Omi rolled over and forced a sleepy eye
open, attempting to locate the source of the noise. He flung an arm over to his nightstand,
grabbing his alarm clock and and staring at it with sleep-heavy eyes.
"...ugh--7:30!!!?? DAMNIT, I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN!!"
In a frenzy, Omi jumped out of bed, conviently tripping over randomly-strewn items
across the floor. He took a quick shower, threw on his uniform, and gathered his books
from the sea of floppies, reports, and other junk on the floor, the ran back to the
bathroom one last time to brush his teeth. The young honey-haired boy glanced at his
watch. 7:49.
"Looks like I might actually make it.." he chuckled to himself. He finished, and turned
towards the door, humming to himself when a voice pierced the air, barely a whisper.

"Murderer..."

The youngest Weiß member paused, then shrugged it off.

"Murderer..."

This time, the voice was louder and clearer. Large azure eyes darted around nervously as
the voice continued to echo in the air. Omi reached into his bag, where he always kept a
few darts. "W-who's there?" his voice was nervous and uncertain as he clutched the small
deadly objects in his bag. Then, the voice stopped all together. Omi waited a few
moments, unsure of what to do, but the silence remained and he sighed heartily.

"Get a grip, Tsukiyono..."

Omi turned back to the mirror to give himself one last look-over before heading off to
school, when his deep-blue eyes widened in fear. Oh, it WAS himself that he saw in the
mirror, save his reflection was dressed in his assassin gear, a devious grin across his lips.

"That's right," his reflection spoke with a mockery that terrified the youngest memeber of
Weiß more, "you're just a murderer. A brother-killing murderer..." His reflection's eyes
narrowed on that last part. 

"Weiß. What a joke. Do you REALLY think you're protecting the light? Just as you
protected Ouka...?"

Tears spilled from Omi's eyes. Being reminded of her death hurt worst of all--all the
years of being alone, not knowing who he really was, then Ouka came into his life, the
one pure ray of light in his world of shadows, darkness, and death. His sister, his friend,
his everything... only to have it all snatched away by a single bullet. His relfection began
to laugh, and the terrified youth was gripped with absolute fear a black-gloved hands
emerged through the mirror, inching towards him. Omi tried to run, but his body wouldn't
move, and let out a startled cry as the hands clamped down on his throat, choking the life
out of him. The last thing Omi heard as his bright blue eyes began to dark and glaze over
was his reflection's laughter, loud and mocking.

"NEVER forgive the bad ones..."

Part Two?
Reading Room?