Crazy Times

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

Omi made a small noise in the back of his throat as he stirred in bed. Langiudly
stretching, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He took a deep breath, only to start coughing as
he caught the scent of acrid cigarette smoke that wafted in the air. 

~Youji-kun...?~

"Kitten des gutenmorgens. [1]" A nasal tone greeted him in an unfamiliar language. The
young blonde instantly tensed, reaching for a few darts he always kept hidden under his
pillow, but let out a bewildered gasp upon finding nothing. 
"You...why are you here??!! If you're going to kill me, then just do it." Omi seethed,
although he couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu from his own words. 

"The truth." Schuldich finally said, putting out the remnants of his cigarette and turning
towards the panicky youth. 

"Nani?" 

"You wanted to know the truth, did you not?"

"About what?"

Schuldig gave an annoyed huff, but continued. "About what happened to you while you
were in our 'care'. You want to know right?"

Omi slowly nodded, his panicked state slowly fading into curiosity. 

"Why didn't you kill me?" Omi furrowed his brows slightly as that familar sense hit him
once more. The German paused, then ran a hand through his fiery locks before
answering.

"Our purposes don't require the death of you, or any member of Weiß. At least, not for
now..." 

"Purposes?"

"Oh, nothing you need to worry your pretty lil' head about. Complicated matters for a
child like you."

Sapphire eyes shot daggers at the German's back.

"I'm NOT a child." Omi spat.

"Forgive me," Schuldig replied, turning towards Omi and bowing slightly, "I forgot that
you're a brother-killing murder..." The young Weiß member froze as Schuldig's words
smacked him. He shivered with dread as all too familiar voices and scenes played back
constantly in his mind. 

"But that's not important now, so forget it." Schuldig mused upon reading the thoughts
that buzzed through the young Weiß member's mind. 

"You said you wanted to know the truth...can you pay the price for it?"

Omi stared at him as if he was told the sky was purple. The red-headed Schwartz member
sighed, then shrugged as he sat on the bed, leaning rather close to Omi's face.

"What the hell." He stood back up, picking up a folder off of a nearby table and flipped
through its contents. "Subject #229. A new drug called V39L, otherwise known as
Illusion on the streets, was given to you, and we monitored the results. According to our
reports, it supposedly "calls out to the depths of the soul and to your most secret desires...
Most of our subjects died after a day or two due to heart failure or extreme dilusionary
episodes, but the affects it had on you were rather interesting. Seeing that you actually
survived it, the drug leaves no traces in your system, but continues to affect you..."

Omi had stopped listening after the 1st sentence. He was staring blankly at the sheets,
refusing to beleive any of this. A test subject? Schwartz had kidnapped him just to use
him as a guinea pig in their sick experiments to line their pockets??!! The hunter had
become the prey. Maybe that would explain why he had trouble remembering anything
for the past few...just how many days HAD it been??

~No need to worry yourself with such thoughts now. What's done is done, and there's
nothing you can do about it, kitten...~

At a loss for knowing anything else to do, Omi attempted to scramble off the large bed,
but a strong hand gripped down forcefully on his left arm. 

"And just where are you running to? Have you forgotten? Truth comes with a price. Now,
it's time to pay up, kitten..."

"TEMEE!! HANASE!!! What are yo--!!"

Omi was abruptly cut off as Schuldig grabbed the sides of his face roughly and clamped
his lips down over his own. The young blond gapsed, unwittingly allowing the German
more access to his mouth. He squirmed, trying to break free, but slumped forward when
Schuldig's tounge began stroking his own. After what seemed like an eternity, the
red-head broke the kiss. Omi fell back onto the bed with a soft thump, blushing and
panting through kiss-swollen lips. 

"Bastard...get out of--"

"You haven't figured it out yet, kitten? This isn't your room."

"Nani?" 

Omi bolted up, cerulean globes darting around the room, and sure enough, there was
nothing in the room, save for the door, window, small table, and the bed. 

"Let me go!!!" Omi attempted to get off the bed once more, but Schuldig flung an arm
over his chest.

"Oh no, you haven't paid yet."

Schuldig's jade green eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as he chuckled and rested his
head in the crook of Omi's neck, nibbling at the smooth flesh there. Omi tried to turn
away, but something in him was pleading for more... He nearly screamed when the
German's expert hands began teasing his nipples and tracing slow patterns on his chest,
moving further down...

"Y--yamete..." Omi managed to voice out, sounding more like a plea than a demand.
Schuldig said nothing and began to trace the outline of the Omi's ear with his tounge,
grinning slightly as the young blond moaned in response. The more he resisted, the more
he wanted Schuldig to continue. ~NO!!! What the hell am I thinking??? I need to get out
of here...~

~Liar. You like it. You want more.~

~USO!! They...he tried to kill me...~

~Is that so? You think you'd still be alive if they wished otherwise?~

~URUSAI!! I...I...~

~You LIKE this.~

~Iya...ya-yamete...~

~You WANT this.~

The young Weiß member shut his eyes, trying to drown out his subconciousness
everything else around him. The German's hands continued to move further down, while
Omi continued to writhe under him in agony. Schuldig then sat up to shed his and Omi's
remaining clothes, grinning slightly when he heard the young boy's wimper of protest.
Just as quickly, he descended back onto Omi, both inhaling sharply as their members
brushed against each other. ~Just admit the truth.~

"I usually don't go for brats, but your thoughts were too sweet for me to resist.."

Omi writhed and wriggled as Schuldich slid one, two, then three fingers into him.
Nothing seemed to help him ignore the tides of pleasure that threatened to take him over
completely. 

~Baka ne. Why fight what you desire?~

~Iie!! This isn't what I--!!~

The young blond's internal conflict was abruptly cut off as Schuldig slowly entered him,
moving in and out in slow strokes. Omi's legs wrapped around the German's hips,
allowing him thrust deeper. The delicate thread that held the youngest Weiß member's
conciousness in place had snapped, desire in total control now. Omi arched upward, as if
trying to meld into the muscular body above him. A few moments later, Omi closed his
eyes as he felt his insides coated by the German's warm seed. Spent, Schuldig slumped
forward none too gently onto the younger boy's form, idly playing with the blond strands
on the pillow. Omi opens his eyes upon feeling Schuldig's hand gently caress his face.
With a chuckle, Schuldig hopped out of bed and pulled on his pants. Omi lay there like a
rag doll.

~I don't care...My mind..my own body betrayed me. But I won't cry. Not anymore.
Naze...?~

A soft click altered the young Weiß member's attention, and his eyes widened when he
saw the end of a gun aimed at his temple. 

"You've paid. Get out." The seductive gleam had been replaced with something that was
borderlining bloodlust. 

~Will you die here?~

~No.~

~He's got a gun. He can pull the trigger any moment...~

~But he won't.~

~How can you be so sure?~

~Because he'll enjoy savoring my agony. Well, enjoy while you can, you sick bastard.
One day, I'll kill you. Did you hear THAT?? Be it a mission or not, someday, my day
WILL come. I WILL have my revenge, even if I can't remember it.~

Stumbling rather clumsily out of bed, the young blond dressed quickly, ignoring
Schuldig's laughter ringing througout the room. He paused before walking out of the
room, gasping breathlessly as a solitary tear rolled down his face. 

~Naze?? I can't...won't cry. I've cried enough. Haven't I?~

Omi ran out of the small room, sneakers echoing down the hall. Schuldig stood lazily
against the window frame, smoking a cigarette and smirking to himself. 

~'I'll kill you?' Maa. Children these days have no respect. I must admit, I haven't had
that much fun in a long time! I'll be sure to stash some of that drug away for a rainy day.
I'm sure Bradley would just LOVE it. Or better yet, why not the rest of Weiß? That
Fujimiya brat's as tight-assed as Crawford...~ 

Schuldig took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it aside. 

"What crazy times we live in, indeed..."

~*Oshimai*~

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end translation notes:
[1] German for "Good morning, kitten." (God bless Altavista!) 

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