The Making of an Assassin
by Hawking A.K.A Fruey

The waves hit into one another. Moving through and by each small current like a dance... It was a dance, one of many colors. Mostly that of green and blue. Even the colors mixed together. Forming and un-forming many shapes. Some of the waves were rough and strong, while others were gentle and weak. The water was both cold and warm. When the different temperatures would collide they created something new.

The rain fell into the uneasy ocean waves that crashed upon the shore, and those few rocks that lay here and there. It mixed into the large body of water, just becoming another piece to it. The sun would be setting only if the dark clouds would move to let it shine through. The wind was strong as well. It only added in the power of the waves helping to move the water around. It seemed so chaotic, yet at the same time was so peaceful.

It was not a day for swimmers, surfers, or any kind of beach visitor for that matter. The beach was empty of even the birds who usually spent their time there. They were hiding off in their little nests safe from the elements. But the beach was not totally alone today. One dared to visit it on such a day.

He took each step slowly, blue eyes that would match parts of the sea were locked upon the mighty water. It was calling him and he knew it. The ocean would accept him. It wouldn't leave him, it wanted him to come and stay.. forever.

His sandy blonde hair whipped around his child like face madly. Even though the wind whipped it around into his face it didn't hurt at all. His hair was so very soft and light. Many people would be envious of the color alone. He remembered the first time one of them cut it. They cried, telling him to grow his hair longer. But they still cut it.

His small feet touched the wet sand, darkened by the fresh water. He wore no shoes. They had taken his shoes away somewhere, telling him to stay inside today.

He had on a white cotton shirt with matching pants. They had given them to him. They said he should rest today and get better. They said everything would be okay. That it would all work out.

He moved his small hand to his left cheek where the skin had taken on a purple color. They said he did good. That everything would work out. That he was supposed to do those things. That it was good and he was helping people and together they could save everyone. He wondered why they had hit him then. If he was doing things right. Good things to help people. Then why did it hurt?

That's why he wanted to go t the ocean. He knew it would welcome him. It would take away all his pain and let him stay.

He smiled as the water he stepped in was cold. The next wave was warm. It was all of different, yet it got along just fine. With each step he took he went deeper and deeper into the water, until finally a large wave came in and swept him away.

He wasn't sad when the air was gone. He didn't even try to hold his breath. He knew they were wrong. And finally he could be at peace. No more pain. No more of them to pester him about anything, and everything.

He shut his eyes and went off into a world of darkness. Still with a happy smile on his face he floated further into the darkness.

***

He opened his eyes and sat up quickly taking air back into his lungs. He gasped just to breath. Finally when he could breath once again he started crying. "W-what's wrong with me?" He asked himself as tears fell like rain down the sides of his face.

That dream had been the same for the past week. Each time he awoke he found himself without air. One of the times, two nights ago, he had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV with one of his friends. They were so worried and freaked out. They said he had stopped breathing for almost five minutes and it scared them. It scared him too, but he didn't want his friend to worry, so he shrugged it off and told him it was nothing.

It was definitely not nothing. "It was just a dream.. Everything will be okay. It will all work out." He blinked for a moment. The words just now were his, but at the same time not. Someone had told him that, but who? He clutched his hands to the sides of his head "Why can't I remember?!!" Was it even a memory? Maybe it was just fiction caused by watching TV.

The door to his room opened slowly as a head peeked in. "Omi Dajiabou ka?" He looked at the man now standing in his door way staring at him. "H..hai Ken-kun" he pulled his hands away from his head and tried to wipe away any evidence that he had been crying from his face.

Ken didn't seem to believe him and quickly crossed the room and took a seat on the bed. "Omi what's wrong? Don't try to tell me it's nothing either" Omi almost started up with another excuse and Ken could tell. The way the sandy blonde avoided meeting eyes with his rich chocolate ones.. something was definitely wrong.

He reached over and grabbed Omi by the shoulders and shook him gently "Omi just tell me what's wrong so we can fix it.. I..I can't stand to see you hurt. I want to help, but you have to let me... so what is it, tell me please"

Omi was silent, his eyes looked to Ken's as fresh tears begun to fall "I don't know" was all he said before going off into a crying fit. He just wanted everything to go back to being normal like it had been. Ken sighed. He'd find a way to help his friend. There was a way, but only Omi knew it. He pulled the blonde into a tight embrace. Well if he couldn't solve the problem at least he could offer a shoulder to cry on.

"We'll find a way to fix it" Ken whispered as the sobs from the young blonde increased. They sat there for a while. Omi finally went back to sleep from exhaustion. His face was stained with lines from where too many tears had passed. Ken stayed there with him the rest of the night. Just in case.

***

"Baka a move like that will get you killed! Haven't you learned anything yet?!" The man's shrill voice alone hurt his ears. "I-i.. It was a mistake. It will never happen again" He stuttered out quickly knowing a prolonged answer would only infuriate the man all the more. He felt a hand reach into his blonde hair and yank his head upwards. He didn't want to look at the anger man, but he knew closing his eyes would only make him madder. "Your right. One mistake like that and everything you do will never happen again. You'll be dead. Do you understand what dead means?!"

"Hai" His voice was so low. So tiny in comparison to the older man. Just the sound of the man's voice hurt. Everything hurt so much.

***

Omi gripped Ken's shirt tightly as he whimpered in his sleep. The sun had started to shine in through the small cracks in the window's curtains. Ken shook Omi slightly "Omi wake up, your having another bad dream" Sure enough the slight movement woke the young assassin up. His blue gaze moved to look up at Ken. He looked almost afraid to do even that, upon seeing that it was in fact Ken he relaxed and sighed "Why didn't you go back to bed?" He asked.

Ken smiled "Because I was worried about you silly. Besides I wouldn't have been able to get back to sleep." That might have been true. He did worry about his teammates just as Omi did, just as they all did.

"I'm going to go get something to eat now. I have first shift with Youji today. I have to make sure he gets up otherwise I'll be on my own" They all knew that Youji often liked to sleep in, so waking him up was usually necessary.

Omi let Ken go and sat up. He watched the ex-soccer player get off the bed, and walk towards the door. "Why don't you get ready and I'll go fix us all something to eat" Ken offered and gave Omi one last look, he smiled as the blonde nodded. "Okay I'll see you in a bit then" With that Ken left the room and shut the door behind him.

Omi got out of bed and walked over to the window. Pulling the curtains back he looked at the city outside. "What is it?" He asked like the very sky might try and formulate an answer. All it looked like it was formulating was clouds. It was supposed to rain for the next two days straight, but maybe it wouldn't today.

Ken sighed as he waited for the instant ramen to finish cooking. It wasn't a very healthy breakfast, but it was easy to make, and he really wasn't that good a cook, so instant ramen it was. He had already gone and banged on Youji's door demanding that the lanky blonde get out of bed and ready before work.

Ken thought hard on the subject of Omi and his nightmares. Trying to figure out what it was that was scaring the teen so much. They had all been on enough missions, and those never before bothered him. His thoughts were interrupted as someone entered the room. Ken looked to see who it was. His eyes were immediately drawn to the blood-red hair of their leader.

Aya walked over to the small table and took a sat across form Ken. He looked like his usual self, cold unemotional, and ready to kick ass. Ken was about to go back to his thoughts when Aya broke the silence "Omi was having nightmares again wasn't he?" Aya had actually been gone when the dreams had started. He found out about then within time.

Ken nodded sadly "Yeah, and I can't find out what to do to fix it. He keeps giving me excuses when I ask him about them." He looked at Aya seriously "Do you have any ideas because I'm running out of them."

Aya didn't give an answer he just looked out to the distance. He wanted to help the younger assassin just as Ken did, but he didn't know how either. He remembered when he was younger and Aya-chan had bad dreams she used to come and stay with him. It didn't take too long before he found out why. One of the kids at her school had been scaring her anyway they could, and Ran being a very protective Onii-chan went and set this other kid straight. He got into quiet a bit of trouble for beating up a kid younger then him, but he wasn't about to let anyone scare his sister that much.

"Maybe we should see if Manx could help. She knows Omi better then we do." Ken offered while thinking about it. Manx and Omi always had a bond none of them could quiet figure out. It was like they had their own little secret world.

A soft whisper carried itself throughout the kitchen "Don't get Manx" Ken and Aya both looked to see Omi standing in the doorway staring at them, and shaking. "Don't get any of them..." Tears filled his blue eyes as another dream filled his thoughts. He held his hands to his head hoping that it would make them go away.

***

"Friends? they aren't your friends child. They can't understand you, and they shouldn't. Don't you dare stick out, or they'll notice. We don't want that. We're your only family, or friends you'll ever have. Everyone else dies. They can't be your friends, or they'll die"

***

Both men got up from their seats and ran over to Omi was laying on the floor now with his hands on his head crying. "Omi.. Omi get up" Ken picked Omi up and looked at Aya "Something is definitely wrong"


...To be continued...

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*looks at it* well there it is! ^-^ I know it's a little on the weird side, but consider the source. Umm any feedback would be much appreciated!! *huggles*

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