Crazy Times

"..." normal conversation
//...// flashbacks
~...~ inner thoughts/conversation

"Kaa-chan!! This one! I want the pink umbrella!"

~They don't understand.~

"Oi, Kouishi! Have you seen Hayama lately?"

~Stained with the blood of too many to remember...~

"That will be 458 yen, please."

~The punishment you won't ever escape...~

"Onee-san, look!! It's soo kawaii!!"

"For I am just a murderer..."

Omi ran as fast as his young legs could carry him. He ran through the crowds of people,
the gently smiling mothers, the bright little children...they who would never understand.
How could they? These people were far too innocent to be aware of the evils which
existed around them, even now. This was the light that he was doomed to protect from
the beasts which lurked in the darkness. 

//Omi-kun...I--I'm glad I met you...//

Now that her brillance had burned out, the world seemed so dim without her. Omi began
to slow down, since his legs were practically screaming PAIN at his brain. Looking up,
he noticed that he was in a park of some sort, but it felt strangely familiar...then the
youngest Weiss member realized it. Minato Park--the same place where he'd discovered
the horrible truth about his family and--

"N--no...this is where Ouka-san was--was..." Omi's youthful voice trembled with
mountains of fear and uncertainity. 

"How did I get here? I was just running and--"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the air. Omi instinctively reached for his darts, but
froze when he remembered that he didn't carry them while in the shop...

Silence.

Wide azure-blue eyes scanned the area, but saw nothing except for a few people who
were leaving the park. Didn't anyone else hear that?? When did it get so dark? How long
had he'd been running? A sharp pain ran up his legs, and he walked to a large tree and
slumped to the ground. As he stretched, he grinned slightly, a warm, tingly feeling
running through his legs in appreciation. Omi then brought his knees up, yawning slightly
as light droplets of rain fell to the ground.

Another gunshot, and a young girl's choked gasp. The rain fell harder with each passing
moment, and Omi didn't move. The park was completely empty now, the icy downpour
chasing everyone home. The young blond remained in his position, except for the fact
that he was now rocking back and forth slightly and mumbling to himself as the cold rain
soaked his clothes and hair, an endless stream of tears pouring from his eyes. 

//My older brother...Takatori Hirofumi--no. It's a LIE!!!//

//Ouka-san?? Your eyes...PLEASE, open your eyes!!! OUKA-SAN!!!//

****

"Yes, I understand. Thank you." Ken returned the phone to the receiver, and turned
towards his green-eyed associate. 
"Omi's not at Tetsuya's house either. It's been 7 hours! Where the hell could he be?!"

"He's not a kid, Ken. I'm sure he'll be back any moment now...probably got himself a hot
date.." 
Weiß's resident playboy chuckled to himself. The brown-eyed soccer player slammed his
hand down on the table, causing Youji to jump slightly.

"Damnit, Kudou, I'm SERIOUS!! What if those other assassin groups know about us and
have kidnapped Omi to lure us into a trap?? What if--"

"KEN! WILL YOU CALM DOWN!?" Youji's booming voice caught Ken off guard, who
stared at him with questioning eyes. 
"Look...I know you're worried about him...we--we all are. Even Aya, although he won't
admit it. You being in a frenzy like this won't help us locate Omi any faster, alright?"

"Youji...I'm just worried about him. Ever since Ouka-chan was..."

"I know, Ken. It's painful for him, but he's moving on.."

"Then how do you explain today's outburst??!!"

Silence. Youji lowered his gaze to the floor. 

"This is why you--all of us need to be strong for him. He's living a life that no 17-year-old
should..." 

They both stared at the floor in a brief moment of silence.

"...Listen--Aya and I are going out to search for Omi again; you stay here and see if
there's any news from Kritiker." Ken nodded silently in agreement as the eldest Weiß
member strolled out the door.

****

//I was alone, but now I have you...//

One last gunshot, and the light was gone...

"OUKA!!!!" Blue eyes shot open as Omi screamed. He sat up quickly, glancing around
him, but his vision was blurred by sleep and tears. It was still raining, and he was soaked.
The painful memory of the day Ouka died played over continously in his mind, no matter
how hard he tried to think of something else. As if something--no, someone, was
controlling his mind...

~That's right, little White Hunter. Consider this the beginning...~

Omi was silent now. The same gunshots, the same choked screams, playing over and
over in his head for what seemed like forever. This was too much, too great a
punishment. His young body began to shiver, and he wrapped his arms around his knees,
drawing them tighter to his face.

"What's wrong, little kitten? Can't find your way home anymore? Don't worry, I'll take
you home..."

Omi didn't even have a chance to turn towards the voice as a metal object struck the back
of his neck. He heard soft chuckling before he went unconcious, his vision slipping into
complete darkness.

Part Four?
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