Crazy Times

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

"Daijoubu. Kowakunai yo..." [1]

~Wha--where am I?~

Omi looked all around him, but could see nothing but darkness. He gasped as a pair of
arms hugged him in a gentle embrace.

"Kowakunai. I won't hurt you."

The mysterious being stroked his blond hair softly, humming a soft tune that made Omi
feel safe. Without realizing it, he began to snuggle closer, ocean blue eyes struggling to
stay open.

"Who..." 

Omi tried to speak, but sleep was fast overtaking his senses.

~Who are you?~

The person said nothing, just continued to hum the same tune over and over again. Omi
was nearly asleep, when something pricked the back of his mind.

~I've heard this song somewhere before...haven't I??~

"I must leave." 

The young blond's eyes snapped wide open upon hearing the voice. A dim light appeared
in the distance, slowly creating an outline of the mysterious person.

~No....it CAN'T be! How..WHY am I..~

"Okaa-san...?!"

Omi reached up blindly, but got only air. As the light increased, the young Weiß member
could make out the outline of a young woman.

"Gomen ne, Omi. There's nothing more that I can do..."

"Okaa-san!! Matte! Why are you here??!! What is this place??"

Tears were streaming down Omi's youthful face as he cried out for his mother, her figure
completely visible by the light now. Dressed in a traditional green kimono, she looked
very beautiful, except for the sorrowful expression on her face. Suddenly, the light in the
distance exploded into a supernova, bathing the entire area in a soft light. Omi shut his
eyes against the blinding light, continuing to reach out for his mother. The shock was too
much for him as he tried to form words through his sobs.

~Why is she here?? WHY do I remember her...after all this time--WHY???~

"And thus ends the dream..."

Omi looked up once more as the light slowly faded into darkness. He looked at the figure
at his mother once more, and his heart shattered. her slender figure dangled in the air,
swing back and forth by the rope around her neck...

"OKAA-SAAAAAAN!!!!"

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Large tear-streaked cerulean eyes shot open as the young Weiß member screamed. 

~Wha..?? She's gone. Okaa-san...Now where am I?~

The young blond felt an IV in his arm, and upon sitting up, he was in a...hospital?? No.
More like a research lab. Everything was cold, metal, and sterile, which frightened him.
Omi slupmed back down onto the bed, not knowing what to do. How long had he'd been
here? What had they done to him?? 

~Minna...~

Omi glanced toward the right as the large metal door of the room creaked open. 

~'Che. Now's not the time to get all sentimental...~

Ocean-blue eyes widened, then narrowed in hate at the sound of that nasal tenor.
Schuldig strolled over to the bed, the usual mock grin plastered across his face. Omi
turned away from the grinning German, not wanting to show the obvious fear and
confusion on his young face.

~Come now. You should know by now that I don't have to look at you to know how
you feel..~

Omi winced inwardly at the nasal voice invading his mind, but remained silent.

"Is this anyway to treat your savior?" Schuldich mused. "You should be thankful.
Crawford just wanted to kill you then and there when I brought you back, but I
intervened..." 

"Why?? Why did you bring me here? If you're going to kill me, just do it..." Omi's voice
was flat, but still contained the hint of fear and confusion. 

"Kill you??" Schuldig laughed heartily. "What, and spoil my fun?" 

Omi turned towards Schuldig, his blue eyes going wide in shock as the German's face
hovered inches above his own. 

"Poor lost little kitten. Don't worry, I'll make you feel better." Schuldig's jade eyes
narrowed in amusement as he stroked Omi's cheek, which was now a bright crimson. A
dumbfounded Omi flinched, smacking the German's hand away from his face. 

"Now don't make this difficult, Omittchi..." Schuldig stated icily, his strong hand
grabbing Omi's wrists. The young Weiß member remained silent as the German plopped
down on the bed, throwing his arms around the blue-eyed youth and hugging him tightly.
To say that Omi was at a loss for words would be an understatement. Granted, he had no
CLUE what was going on, but he was to the point where he didn't care. He just wanted to
be back at the shop with the guys, fighting off swarms of drooling fangirls, Momoe-san
and her kitty around the shop. The way things used to be...

"Isn't this better? No worries, no missions, no deranged family members. Just you."

Omi attempted to look up, seeing that he was smashed into the German's chest. Strange
as it all was, Omi felt safe. He hadn't felt safe in a long time; in fact, he couldn't
remember. As a member of Weiß, his life was ALWAYS on the line. All he could
remember of his family was in the form of ghostly images and haunting nightmares. 

~Have I always been like this?~

"That's right kitten. They didn't love you. Your father...he didn't protect you from those
kidnappers. Your mother...did she hold you in her arms and sing to you when you were
afraid? Did she EVER make you feel safe?"

"I--" Omi couldn't finish the sentence. Schuldig's words, while harsh, were 100% true.
His own family was never there for him.

"And that's why you need me. I can make you feel so good, Omi. Loved. Protected. Safe.
All the things your so called 'family' never provided you with. Na, Omittchi?" Schuldig
then let go of Omi and flung him back against the bed, one hand idly dancing up Omi's
inner left thigh.

"NO!!! I--they--" As Omi tried to speak, his mind was assaulted with images of his
family. Masafumi, beating him and threating to kill him. His father, denying him and
then shooting at him...

~Why...? Is this my punishment...?~ The tears began to pour freely once more.

~Don't think kitten. Just feel.~

Omi bit back a moan as Schuldig's other hand ran beneath the flimsy material of the thin
cotton pajamas he was wearing and teased at his nipples. The German kissed away the
tears in a gentle manner that Omi didn't believe to be possible for the Schwartz memeber.
The sandy-blond youth stared at the German, completely taken aback. Schuldig merely
winked at the shocked youth as his other hand began to massage the growing bulge
between his legs. Omi tried to shove him away, but the German was stronger and held
him in place, his hands wandering further over his body.

"Wha--what the hell are you DOING?? STOP IT!!" 

"What do you think I'm doing?" came Schuldich's teasing response. Omi only blushed
further, if that were possible. 

"HENTAI! ECCHI! IYA!!! HANASE!!"

"Thank you for stating the obvious. Now, shall we continue?"

His entire face was blazing scarlet red as the German's lips lingered dangerously close to
his own. Omi attempted to turn his head away, only to have the back of his head grabbed
and a deep kiss forced upon his lips. The youngest Weiß member made small noises in
the back of his throat as Schuldig pulled away abruptly, chuckling softly as cerulean eyes
stared at him blankly. Omi winced slightly as he felt a hand creep into his pants, slowing
stroking his erection. He'd never felt so confused in his life.

"Enjoy it while you can, kitten." Schuldig muttered into his ear, "You'll find nothing
looking elsewhere. I know." Omi's young mind was a blur, being bombarded with so
many thoughts at once was just too much for him. His bright eyes grew dimmer,
struggling not to slip in to oblivion.

"Alright, playtime's over. Until next time, little kitten. Sweet dreams..." Schuldig stood
up and blew at kiss at the blonde-haired youth as he hit the pillow with a soft thud,
completely unconcious.

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end translation notes:
[1] It's alright. Don't be afraid.

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