Crazy Times

"..." normal conversation
//...// flashbacks
~...~ inner thoughts/conversation
The light faded down. Omi could hear soft sobs as he uncovered his eyes. Looking
around, he noticed there were a lot of tombstones around. 

"A graveyard? Why am I here??" 

Had it all been just an illusion? Schuldig's speciality WAS manipulating others, after all.
The youngest Weiß member began walking around. There didn't seem to be anyone here,
so why did he hear crying just a few moments ago? 

~It's because of you...~

Omi spun around, the vaguely familiar voice unnerving the young blond. 

"W--who's there??"

Silence. 

Omi sighed as he began to walk around once more, attempting to find the exit. 

"It's too soon to leave; there's something you haven't seen yet. I think you'll find it very
interesting..."

The young blonde tensed up as Schuldig's voice pierced the air with it's usual nasal and
mocking tone. Tilting his head to the left, he saw the German leaning against a large
sakura tree. Schuldig said nothing as he pointed behind Omi, then walked off behind the
tree, slightly chuckling. Omi ran over to the tree, but Schuldig had long since vanished. 

"It's not fair!! Why'd it have to be you!!! DAMNIT!! I--" 

Omi glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide as saucers. 

~God, PLEASE don't let that be who I think it is! Please oh please oh please oh PLEASE
don't let that be him...~

"KEN-KUN??!!" 

If Schuldig's plan was wanting to confuse the hell out of him, it was surely working!!
Seeing Ken standing in a graveyard only added to Omi's confusion, if it was possible for
Omi to be any more confused. Without thinking, Omi ran over to Ken, who stared
silently at the small gray tombstone. Whose grave was this?? His friend--what was his
name...Kase? But that had been so long ago...maybe one of his old friends had died from
when before he joined Weiß?

"Ken-kun..? What are you doing here?"

No answer. Omi shyly glanced over Ken. His usual bright chocolate eyes were now dark
and emotionless. 

"He didn't deserve to die." Ken stated flatly, still not acknowledging the younger's
presence. 

"What?? Who??"

"He didn't deserve to die." The older Weiß member repeated. Omi knelt down to read the
tombstone, gasping silently as he read the kanji.

'Fujimiya Ran.'

Time seemed to freeze as Omi stared at the slab of granite with Aya's real name written
on it. Aya was dead??? HOW was THAT possible?? Just how long had Omi been in this
strange place??? Did that mean that Weiß had been destroyed?? The young blond's mind
whirled with an endless sea of questions. Ken sobbed silently as Omi turned towards him.

"Ken-kun...when did this happen?" Omi inquired softly.

An akward silence swept over the air as the young Weiß memeber waited for the elder's
answer. A few more moments of silence, and Ken wrung his hands, exhaling loudly.

"It should have been YOU."

Those dismal chestnut eyes pierced into him, and Omi began to back away, a tide of fear
sweeping over his young body. 

"Ken-kun...??!!" 

"It should have been you, Omi. Iya. Takatori Mamoru. The bastard son no one wanted, or
would miss..." 

Ken stood up, inching closer to Omi. Omi's frightened cerulean eyes darted around
frantically, searching for an exit, but all that was to been seen was more tombstones and
large sakura trees. The youngest Weiß member wasn't about to fight his fellow teammate,
so he tried to flee, only to have a gloved hand grab his arm. Turning back to face Ken, he
was shocked to see that the soccer player was now dressed in his assassin gear. Ken
readied his bugnuks and slashed reapeatedly at Omi, who could do nothing but dodge, in
an attempt to look for an opening so he could run. The moment came when Omi tripped
over a branch and fell. 

"And now, I'll set things right."

Ken loomed ominously over the frightened youth, his eyes devoid of all emotion. The
young blond gathered a handful of dirt in his palm and flung it into Ken's face,
temporarily blinding the elder Weiß member as the younger scrambled to his feet and
fled.

Omi ran through the graveyard, looking for an exit. It was like a labyrinth! Everywhere
he ran was a walled dead-end. He ran and ran and ran, exhaustion slowly claiming his
young body. It felt like he'd been running for hours, and every inch of the cemetery
seemed to be exactly the same. 

~Where IS the damn exit??!!~

"KYA!!"

Omi had bumped into someone, knocking them both to the ground. 

"Sumimasen!! Daijoubu desu ka?"

"H-hai, daijoubu desu..."

He offered to help the woman to her feet, but she politely refused. She was dressed in a
traditional mourning kimono, but Omi couldn't see her face. Upon standing, the young
blond's eyes blinked in astonishment.

"S--Sakaki-san??"

It was Ouka's mother. This was getting stranger by the minute.

"Ara? Omi-kun?? Why are you here?" 

"Me?? Well...I..I saw a friend of mine here..."

She nodded, re-arranging the flowers laid carefully on Ouka's grave. As she looked up at
Omi once more, tears were spilling from her eyes. He knelt next to her once more as she
cried, gently hugging her to offer sympathy.

"I just don't understand...why did it have to be Ouka..?? She was my everything..."

He felt so sorry for Ms. Sakaki. The pain of losing a child had to be the worst of all. To
outlive the life that you had been blessed with... come to think of it, this was only the
second time that he'd met Ouka's mother. Had he been so busy with Weiß and dealing
with his own feelings that he'd forgotten about the others who were suffering as well?

~Heh. The kitten's finally beginning to understand...~

Omi tensed up as Schuldig's nasal voice echoed through his mind once more.

"Omi-kun, what's wrong?"

"Ah..nandemo nai..." 

She hugged him tighter, and Omi smiled, completely unaware of the hand that reached
into the kimono's long, black sleeve. Nor was he aware of the small knife now in that
hand, as it inched closer to the back of his neck. The young blond froze as he felt the
blade's cool tip on the back of his neck.

"Sakaki-san?? What are you--" His deep blue eyes stared at her, a mix of fear and
confusion. She tightened her grip and began to laugh softly.

"It's your fault she's dead. Because of you, I will never hear my Ouka's sweet voice again.
Her warm personality bringing a smile to my heart. Never again..."

Sakaki pressed the blade against Omi’s neck, who gasped as he felt the skin break and
the warm trickle of red liquid. There was no was to escape-both his arms were pinned
against his body. He looked up at her, at a loss for what to do. Her eyes were swollen and
red from crying. An endless tide of pain reflected in her brown eyes. 

"I’m sorry, Sakaki-san..."

Ouka’s mother said nothing as she raised the knife high, preparing for the final strike,
when Omi felt himself being pulled roughly by the waist, and then into darkness... 

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