Defendless
by Yueki

Darkness… so cold… alone… no, at least I was lying on something soft.

Tried to open my eyes but my eyelids felt so heavy

"Aya…"

/Just a little longer… so tired…/

"Aya-kun."

/Who is that?… sounds so familiar…/

"Aya-kun!" The voice wailed this time, sounding kind of shaken, urgent…

/A child's voice? A boy… who?… It was so familiar… warm…/

Forcing myself, my eyes finally fluttered open to see the angel of mercy watching over me. I blinked my eyes, trying to focus them…

…No… an earthbound angel…

/Omi!/ I realized as my vision cleared.

Golden hair boy stood over my face, cerulean eyes red from crying too long… from crying too much. His small hands, trembling, held close to his chest and struggling to suppress the upcoming sobs. He held his breath when he saw my eyes open and stared down at me so intently that I began to wonder `What the hell was going on!?'

"Aya-kun!" He gave a small smile. Still trembling, wiped away the tears with the back of his hands. "Aya-kun! You're awake!" He eagerly grasped my hand and continued to stare down at me.

At first I thought it was a joke or something. His hands were so cold. It was always warm and soft, not cold and trembling… I studied his expression more, which surprised me. I've never seen him like this. Relief showed but something else was in those once welcoming sky blue eyes… Pain? Fear?

"Time's up, brat!"

In the next instant a hand from behind grabbed a fist full of he blond youth's hair and yanked him back so fast he would have fallen if the owner of that hand hadn't been standing in the right place. Omi gave a surprise yelp as he stumbled back. He seemed to be trembling even worse than before when an arm wrapped itself around his waist and held him still.

"Omi?"

I tried to sit up but I couldn't. My head started throbbing, then. Something was restraining me down! I looked to my side to see straps wounded around my wrists and tied to the bed. My body immediately ached in pain from struggling to get up and I ended up collapsing back down the next instant. Oh, god I felt horrible… What happened? I hadn't felt this terrible since the time I had survived an explosion a few years ago. And I'm still wondering how I'd make it through.

But right now… thoughts of our last mission still lingered in my head. Vaguely they began to come back to me. The last mission, we had spit up. Ken with Youji, and me with Omi. All I had to do was cover Omi while the boy got what information we came for and then set up the explosives to blow up the place along with any evidence. Ken and Youji were to stall the guards at the other end of the building to keep them away from our section. Setting up the explosives was a tedious job and even Omi had to be as careful as he could. Omi did manage to set up the explosives but we never got to escape. I was hit with something, a poison dart. No, it wasn't Omi. I don't know who shot it but once I went down, I knew we were in deep trouble. The poison was settling quickly and I knew Omi couldn't haul my sorry ass out. I was too heavy for him and he didn't have the strength to. That was mostly all I could remember… the rest came in a blur… I fell to the floor… Omi yelling to me… then arguing with someone… we were caught… I knew it… everything blacked out…

So why was I still alive?… again… I suppose you can call it Cat's luck or nine lives.

I looked to the boy again and met a sad gaze… so young… he looked so sad… it pained my heart to see him like this…

"…Aya-… kun…" The boy shuttered. Fear. It was fear in that once gentle voice. He was still held by the man… Something was wrong… different…

I was supposed to be dead if the poison had actually done its purpose.

Omi was hurt… I could tell… mentally? Yeah… Physically? No blood but, yes…

I quickly glanced around again, this time taking in my surroundings. A strangely plain bedroom. The type you'd find in a run-down apartment. A dirty, worn carpet lined the floor, a table, one window and two doors. There was another room across the room I was in, similar to this one. I was lying on a white bed, a white sheet draped over my body. Looked like I was ready to be cremated, I thought.

I looked to the man again, this time studying carefully and immediately realized who this man was. Our target! Tadaka Haruka. Description from the mission reports matches perfectly. Broad face with a faint scar across the left side of the face. Brown hair and approximately 6 feet tall. About 25 to 30.

He smirked at me…

In my mind, instincts had already kicked in, registering me to attack but I still couldn't get up. My body refused to move. Refused to feel the same throbbing pain again.

"Omi?"

I looked to the boy again, confused as ever. He looked so pale. His hair was ruffled, not combed nicely like it always was… Why wasn't he wearing his full outfit? He wasn't wearing that favorite V-neck tee shirt of his or his top jacket. Just the white hooded jacket and his dark blue shorts…

"Aya, is it?" The man looked to me, "Well, you have the kid to thank for being spared."

/Spared? What was he talking about?/

I only glared coldly at our target. No change in expression that is until the boy spoke.

"You promised you'd let him go!" The boy said through a shaken voice, struggling to take hold of some strength so that he did not sound so vulnerable.

/What was going on!?/

"I did, but I changed my mind."

"What!?" The boy squeaked, his eyes filled with shock, "No!"

"I like you kid," The man held the struggling boy tighter. "You're good… obedient… and so beautiful…"

Omi could only manage a suppressed sob in response. He was crying again, he looked so frightened.

"Get your fucking hands off him," I yelled this time. Ignoring the throbbing pain in my head and body, and struggling to break free from what bounded me down.

"Sit your ass down!" He growled to me, "Or I'll fuck the living daylights out of your pretty little kid."

"What!?"

The boy gave a few whimpers. He seemed to loose strength then. But, Tadaka easily held his arms securely around the child

"Shut up! Both of you are not going anywhere and you are going to stay for my entertainment… just like last night. Or your friend won't live another day." He said to the boy.

The boy was trembling so badly now and the nonstop tears streaming down the side of his face. I couldn't believe what was going on.

"That's right, you heard me," The man grinned to me.

Little innocent Omi? Slept with that man? Slept with him so that I would be spared. He saved my life! Saved me from the poison that would have killed me. Persuaded them somehow to give me an antidote if he did what they wanted. It was so hard to believe this young boy had gone through with what our captor wanted. He often blushed at the slightest word of embarrassment or when a gesture that had been made gave the wrong impression.

"Omi?"

"…I'm sorry… Aya-kun…" the boy whimpered, shaking his head slightly. He saw that I knew. His attempt to free himself form the strong grip ceased. He looked to me with eyes full of fear and pain, again.

He may have been the youngest, the weakest of the four of us but he was also strong in his own ways. A determination that held like stone and smart. Incredibly clever, except with the girls that constantly attacked us at the shop. But no matter, we knew he was a genius for his age, and knew how to use things to his advantage. He was not strong as us physically but his intelligence almost always made up for that disadvantage.

"Let him go!" The boy shouted again, choking on tears. "You promised!"

"What can't you get through that dense head of yours, kid? I'm going to fuck you silly before I even think of bothering to let your friend go."

Omi immediately gave a desperate struggle, then. Trying to wrench the arm off his waist with all his strength, he finally managed to when he stomped down his heel of his sneaker on the man's foot. Tadaka let out a yowl and instantly lost his grip on the boy. Furious he tried to grab at Omi but the boy backed up enough for him to miss. Still clinging onto the collar of his jacket, he stood trembling, but protectively in front of me.

/Protectively?…/ It felt so strange to be protected by someone else, someone much younger than me. I hated the idea of it but was surprised.

The man started to advance us. With quick reflexes, Omi grabbed the glass cup on the counter next to the bed and threw it with perfect aim at Tadaka. It hit the man strait in the face, just as the boy aimed to. Tadaka, screamed again, covering his face. He recovered quickly in his fury and tried to grab for the boy again, this time succeeding.

The boy had not wanted to move. He wanted to keep Tadaka distanced from me but he was in no condition to fight a man about a head taller than him… he didn't know how to fight bare fisted… The boy was knocked to the floor against the wall but he scrambled up from the floor immediately. I was appealed by his behavior. He was willing to fight, despite that he didn't know how to. But he was definitely on the loosing end…

He had gotten up from the floor but the next blow knocked him half dazed to the floor again. The boy gasped a few breaths then suddenly lunged at the man, knocking Tadaka to the floor with him. They ended up wrestling on the floor. The boy still fighting back against the grasping hands with all his strength. Fear further motivated him. Despite that he was still crying, Omi somehow converted that fear into strength to fight back. But, groping hands soon managed to pin the boy down and a horror-stricken face began to show as he realized the position he was in. In a last effort, he managed to knee Tadaka in the groin and broke free again.

"You little jackass!" The man hissed.

Omi crawled up from the floor and backed away, timid and alert as a deer knowing it was being hunted. That was the best he had done that night during the struggle, but it was one of the most daring thing I had ever seen that boy do, considering the condition his mind and body was in. He had quickly ran to my side, frantically untying one of the straps from my wrist but before he could even get one off, I heard a gun load

"Omi!" That was the only thing I managed to say before I saw that boy attempt to avoid the bullet. The gun went off and in the next instant, I saw the boy stumble to the floor in front of my eyes.

"OMI!!!"

"Relax, he's not dead yet," the man said casually to me.

Regardless of our enemy's words, of course my heart was racing. Stupid, stupid kid! What the hell was he thinking!?

I was relieved to hear the child gasping for air as pain and shock began to settle in his young mind. He was still alive! I could see him off to the side of the bed, on the floor, as I strained to get up. He tried to ignore the pain and get up but the minute pressure was applied on his wounded leg, he collapsed to the floor. Blood from the wound was spreading over the carpet, only causing me to worry more.

"Omi! Get up!" I yelled, then noticing Tadaka. "If you touch him again, I'll tear your fucking arm off!"

My threat was replied with a laugh of course. It was worthless and stupid of me to even try to stop Tadaka verbally, but anger had suddenly over taken me that second.

"I'll do more than that…" he snickered.

Tadaka was approaching him but he was too distracted by the pain to pay attention to anything else. Too late when he finally realized he was in danger. Tadaka grabbed a fist of the blond youth's hair again and threw him over on his back.

"You just try to disobey me again!" The man shouted.

No more strength in him to fight and fear quickly taking over his traumatized mind. He was weakening and attempted a few more struggles as Tadaka started removing the jacket he clutched to so tightly before. A backhand to his face stuns him, giving Tadaka a chance to pin down Omi's wrists.

The man ignored the child's sobbing as he kissed the boy's throat. Restraining the boy's struggling hands with a stone like grip. The teasing kisses soon turned to painful nips at the boy's neck. Biting, cutting into the delicate thin skin, enough to make dark blood run free. Omi didn't cry out but winced at every tearing cut made. Still crying he pulled desperately at the hands holding his wrists down. Tadaka was hurting Omi, torturing the poor boy!

Omi knew that punishment would be at hand if he went against Tadaka but he still made that attempt to escape, alive with me. He had tried to and failed but he gave his best shot. He had done what he could do, probably more so than to the extent that he had actually planned. I was not about to let that boy's motives go with out a fight myself. That man didn't know to what extent I was willing to go to get that child back under my protection.

"It'll be less painful if you just do what I say, little boy."

He had no choice. With his left leg injured and his neck bleeding painfully from several wounds… Physically he was the weakest of the four of us but he was also the youngest. After a while, succumbing to the demands of the enemy is sometimes a choice better than resisting. I couldn't blame him for making that choice right then, even though if it were my choice, I would have gone the other way around. Trapped. Either way it lead to rape and I didn't know what that boy had been subject to while I was unconscious. He had probably learnt it was better to agree than oppose at this point.

Tadaka was trailing his figures along the boy's waistline, agitating the child further as his hands crept slowing down the shorts. One hand still pinned a wrist down. Lust was showing in that man's eyes. The sick Bastard!

He watched in amusement as the child shutter and tense at his touch. Already Omi had shut his eyes tightly, refusing to face reality, trying to shut his mind off from what was being done to his body. But being attentive and alert as a person, it was difficult for him.

"Slut…" Tadaka hissed in the boy's ear, catching Omi's attention.

The minute the boy's eye's open at the sound of that word, he tensed from pain and a suppressed cry escaped his throat. Tadaka hadn't removed all of the boy's clothing just yet but I knew what he had done. Another suppressed cry form the child was all I could take.

I had been trying to pull free from the straps bounding me down all along. To my surprise, I found out that Omi had managed to loosen on of the straps around my wrist. Didn't get it off but did loosen it enough for me to worm my hand free myself and after a little difficultly I did manage to get my hand loose.

I was lucky that Tadaka was too distracted to notice I had started to untie the other strap that held me down, but Omi was not so lucky himself...

"Da... damette! Onegai!…"

The boy had jolted back from his abuser, managing to break away and attempting to flee. Tadaka only retorted with a cruel grin and nearly pounced at the boy like a hungry jaguar. He slammed the boy to the wall, knocking him dazed again and gasping in pain.

One hand shot out to grasp the boy's neck, cutting off his breath and effectively restraining him from fighting back. A hoarse yelp which was supposed to be a scream was all Omi could cry out as he struggled to pry off the hand crushing his windpipe.

"How about a kiss, kitten?"

He kissed the boy in the next moment.

Tadaka was too busy to know that I had gotten loose, forced myself to get out of the bed and wrap the same strap he used to tie me down, around his neck. Once I had it around his neck, I made sure to pull hard, hard enough so that it would have sliced through the flesh of his throat if it was a wire that I was using. I was mad, Damn it! Far beyond mad.

Omi had dropped to the floor coughing and gasping for air. Blood from the wounds on his neck, smeared all over his neck and shoulder, made by the hand that had nearly choked the life out of him. He was coughing up a bit of blood and trembling badly again.

The next instant, after seeing the condition my young teammate was in, I was ready to kill the bastard with my bare hands. I yanked at the strap again, making the man bray like the fucking jackass he was. He struggled like hell. Being a man bigger than me and rammed me several times into the wall, trying to free himself. But I refused to even loosen that strap. Within the next few minutes Tadaka was dead, but I still held on. I was so fucking mad! Strangling the bastard would not satisfy me. Maybe if I had my katana and had tore his fucking body into shreds. Shred the son-of-a-bitch alive. Just maybe…

I finally released the tension in my arms when I heard the boy call me. It was a low broken cry, having his neck mistreated. He called me again, whimpering, when I didn't respond to him and I quickly dropped the body, hurrying to him.

The sight of him immediately upset me again. He looked to me, eyes filled with tears and fright. Trembling from pain. Blood ran down the side of his face from a head injury. His left leg covered with slick crimson blood, his neck smeared with blood…

"Aya-kun…" He whimpered again.

"Omi… I'm so sorry."

Once I reached him I knelt down and wrapped my arms tightly around the trembling figure. Softly cooing to him with assurance that he was safe, and rocking gently… so ever gently… just like Omi.

He had a soul like a flower and so I had to treat him like one but I was so overcome with relief. Not like a rose but like a spring flower which blooms on a warm sun-filled morning, showing the advent of summer.

I had my arms circled so tightly around his small body. I'd thought I would probably crush the delicate creature but it did not and it was as if he wanted it this way. I could feel him bury his face into my chest, holding onto me as if it meant life or death. A tight hold, despite how weak he was.

"Aya-kun…" He sobbed. "I was so scared…"

"Shh… It's ok now…"

I continued to rock him gently in my arms, sitting on that worn down carpet, letting him lean onto me. He needed the comfort. My body was still sore and I still had that headache but I didn't give a damn. I loved that child with all my heart. I loved him like I loved Aya-chan. He reminded me of Aya-chan. Just like Aya-chan. Happy, gently, didn't seem to give a care in the world and just wanted to share the warmth and sunshine.

He didn't deserve this. Didn't deserve any damn bit of it and I hated him for letting it happen. For going through with it despite how afraid and humiliated he had been. I just wanted to strangle him but I kept my crushing grip around his trembling body instead to hold off my anger.

"Omi… why did you do it?" I muttered into his hair, taking in the faint scent of the sweet flower fragrance that still lingered there. His hair smelled like sweat and liquor but still, there was a touch of the familiar fragrance of flowers. He always smelled like flowers…

"… He was going to hurt you Aya-kun…" the boy sobbed. "They were going to kill you… I had no choice… I… I was so afraid… he… he…"

"Shh…" I hushed him placing a hand to the side of his tear-stained face and continued to rock him gently. "It's ok… I'm sorry I asked…"

Why did I even bother to ask him? I was only hurting him further.

"You stupid boy…" I muttered again.

He didn't know what to say.

I've never called him stupid before. He wasn't stupid. But what he did was plain dumb and stupid in my mind. Yes, I know. This is only a sorry excuse to yell at him for doing something I felt like smacking him for. But really, on the other hand if I looked in another perspective, it was very brave and noble of him to sacrifice himself to save me.

The way I felt though, I didn't deserve to be saved. Compared to Omi I was a cold blood killer, Omi wasn't cold and as ruthless as me when it came to killing. He deserved and had so much more to look forward in life. As much as it was part of his life, I still hated the idea that he was an assassin. He could get hurt. He was too young to kill. Too young to know that he had more injures presently, than any other normal person would ever have in their entire lifetime. Why the hell did he have to be there to get hurt?

He was still crying. I gently titled his head up, careful of the cuts and bruises which covered his slender neck and shoulders. Leaning closer to him, I kissed him lightly on his lips. Warm and soft… I restrained myself from doing something stupid and instead, let my lips trail along side his face, gently pressing against the soft velvet skin and rested my face in his ruffled silk hair. Hoping to comfort his poor traumatized mind somehow.

A kiss… a kiss was as far as I ever went with him. I was always careful with him, never forced anything upon him. I didn't want to frighten him, he was still innocent and young. But that bastard took advantage of this child and even went as far as nearly killing him to control him.

"Aya-kun…" the boy sobbed… "I'm sorry…"

"Shut up, Omi! Just shut up! You're always sorry! It wasn't your damn fault. Just promise my you'll never do something this stupid again. You don't deserve to be treated like this!"

The boy looked up at me, uncertain with what to answer with.

"Promise me, Omi!" I shook him slightly with a firm grip.

He still looked to me, tears forming in his eyes again.

"…You could have died…" the boy whispered.

"You could have died also," I shot back. "You don't deserve this! Omi… I don't want you getting hurt… You're too precious to me to loose…"

He looked up at me again for a while, "But if you die… I want to die with you."

I was surprised and upset by his comment. Stupid kid was so damn stubborn.

"Baka! If you weren't bleeding to death, I'd smack you right now!" I frowned at him.

He only gazed dumbfounded up at me with teary eyes, and then hugged his arms tightly around me, burying his face against my chest again. "I love you, Aya-kun. He was going to kill you… I had to stop him… I didn't know what to do…"

How could I be mad at that adorable little thing? He doesn't even know that he just wrung the fire out of me right then. And all he did was throw his trembling arms around me.

"I know… I love you too… I just don't want you getting hurt… not this bad…"

He nodded once, ruffling his soft hair against my chest.

After a moment, letting Omi calm down and catch his breath, I eased a bit away from embracing him. "Come on, let's get you home. Ken and Youji are probably worried to death about you… They're going to go crazy when they actually see you. And I want to get out of this dump."

He nodded again and watched me while I quickly collected our stuff from the other room and throw it on the bed. I grab the bed sheet and my katana, then knelt down next to him.

There was no way I was going to leave without temporarily bandaging his wounds and he knew well that in these kind of situations, I'd even pin him down if I had to, to stop the bleeding. I didn't need him leaving blood all over the place and the last thing I need is him unconscious and in shock from blood lose. In truth, I was worried.

Using my katana, I shredded the bed sheet to strips. I then wounded it around his leg where it was still bleeding from the gunshot and wrapped it tightly, hoping to stop the bleeding. I did the same with his neck but not as tight and checked the wound on the side of his head. Nothing too serious, thankfully. A gash he had probably taken during the struggle. All the time, he didn't complain or make a sound but I knew he was hurting.

Gunshot wounds are painful as hell, with the bullet still embedded it's even worse but I had no means of getting it out right then. I know he had taken a few shots before in the past and every time I've seen him bare the pain bravely and attempt to keep up with the rest of us. I've taken plenty myself and god knows how hard I had to force myself to keep going without swearing under my breath every minute.

I finished up and patted Omi lightly on his shoulder, then got up to get him his jacket. I returned with it and was about to help him into it when the door burst open.

/No! I didn't need this! Not right now!/

I wasn't strong enough to keep this up and win. I immediately grabbed my katana and dropped into a crouch, ready to leap at the intruder.

"Aya!"

It was Ken! I recognized voice and knew it was the brunette when my eyes adjusted to the sudden flood of light.

"What the Fuck took you so long!?" I growled, easing a bit from my defensive posture. I might have still wanted to hit him, but at the same time I was extremely relieved to see him.

Omi had huddled close to me but calmed down once he saw it was Ken.

"Aya! I… Oh my God! Omi! What…!"

"Don't say it! Just get him home, now!"

"Ken-kun," Omi whispered softly.

I could see that Omi was relieved to see Ken as I helped him into his jacket. He gave a weak smile to our friend. A smile… a fake smile… he didn't want Ken to worry. How could he smile after all that he went through!?

"Come on, Omi." I stood up and then helped him to his feet. Then turned to Ken, "Youji is with you?"

Ken nodded as I helped the boy stand.

"Uh… I'll get him here," he called to Youji through his headset, then stepped to the door to keep on a look out for enemies.

I looked to Omi who was leaning on me for support. He was tired and weak from the entire ordeal. He wanted to go home. I wanted to go home. Get him cleaned up, his injuries tended to, and changed into something more comfortable. Maybe I'll spend the night with him, after I cleaned up myself and made sure I was ok. Just to keep him company and to watch over him. It was the least I could do after he watched over me.

"Aya-kun,… Ken-kun and Youji-kun… are worried about you too…" He whispered, glancing up to me. "Don't be so distant from them…"

I nodded. I loved his innocence and it amazed me how he was able to stay pure every time he came back from a mission. He always cared. He cared about us all. No matter how much I denied the fact of anyone being concerned of me, I knew it wasn't true. Omi always told me; Of course Youji and Ken care. We were the best of friends anyone of us ever had, each other's best friend, and a family. He knew how we all felt. Omi never lied to us about these things. He was sensitive to these kinds of things, unlike me… Still, it was nice to know they cared. I was just afraid to get too close. Afraid to lose another loved one or close friend.

"Hurry up!" Ken called down the hall.

I could hear our oldest teammate running down the hall. The next second, both him and Ken came in the room.

"Aya! Hey, what the fuck happened on the last mission!? You never mess up like this!" Youji was glad to see us but then he always liked to complain. Something I didn't mind unless I was involved.

"Shit happens," I mumbled, turning my back on him and letting Omi sit down on the bed. Well, at least he didn't start yelling until, he saw Omi.

"What the hell happened to Omi!?"

Youji took a step towards us. Omi only glanced up to him and then looked away. I glared at him and succeded in shutting him up. He came up to us, slowly, and stared worriedly at Omi. Ken stayed at the door, keeping watch and waiting for us. Ken was a good person, he usually knew what to do and was very good company for Omi. The type that loved kids and certainly had a soft spot in his heart for Omi. But Youji usually needed a bit of a shove to deal with.

"Are you going to be ok, Omi?"

Omi gave a small nod. I guess he was a bit nervous by all the company.

Youji scooped the boy up in his arms, carrying Omi with ease. I got the message that Omi didn't like being carried but he didn't complain, knowing that he couldn't walk anyway. The sight of them was actually quite amusing and I almost felt like smiling but I didn't. Now was not the time.

"You got to eat more, Omi. Only girls starve themselves light at you."

Omi fidgeted a little, blushing lightly with surprise by Youji's comment.

"Shut up and move!" Ken glared at Youji. The only problem was that a glare from Ken never quite worked. He had this boyish look that just never intimidated anyone.

Thankfully, Youji decided to quit fooling around. Within the next few minutes we were out of that building and in his car. Ken helped me along the way, seeing that I was a bit uneasy and I let him. Normally, I wouldn't have wanted him to. I hated the thought of being underhanded and would have rather tried to go on without help. But I didn't have the energy to complain and Ken was just trying to help. I guess the drug still hadn't worn off. I found out later that I was going to be ok, and was back to normal after another dose of an antidote Manx gave me.

On the way home, they told us they had tracked down one of the mean we saw on the last mission. One of the men who worked for the asshole that held us captive. It took them a while but they managed to get the information they needed to find us. After that they demanded to know what happened to us and I guess they did have the right to know.

I told him Omi had gotten hurt trying to protect me… that was it. I wasn't lying but I wasn't about to give them a whole story either. I didn't need them attacking Omi and me with questions. I didn't want to end up in a car accident because someone hadn't been paying attention on the road. And didn't even know if Omi wanted them to know. He might have not wanted them to. If he did, it would come from him or at least tell me it was ok for them to know.

I looked to Omi. He didn't give me a response but leaned onto me and I drew him against my body. He was tired and so was I. They'll find out later… if Omi wants them to… and when he is ready.

"So, uh, Omi. That's a nasty gash you have. Looks like you've been fist fighting" Youji smirked at the idea and this was only because he knew Omi was not much of a fighter.

"Kinda…" the boy replied.

"Hey, that's great, Omi!" Ken said, glancing to us.

"Alright, Omi!" Youji hollered.

"Hey! You want someone to pull you over for disrupting the public!?"

"Give me a break! It's 3 am in the middle of the night! There's barely any people out there."

"Keep your eyes on the road!"

"I know how to drive, you moron!"

I turned away from their argument before I got dragged in with them.

"Omi…?"

He had fallen asleep… I could have imagined that he hadn't gotten any sleep at all the whole time we where held captive. Too worried and frightened to rest or let his guard down.

/The poor kid…/ I carressed him in my arms against me.

I could only pray that this incident didn't corrupt or break his gentle heart. I didn't want him to change and loved him just the way he was. Out of the four of us, he endured pain, managing to keep that innocent and warm nature. No matter how upset I was he was always there to help and cheer me up. He never failed to bring a smile into my heart since the day I meet him. Just to make him happy and to see his golden warm smile, sometimes I'd even smile for him.


~Owari~

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