The making of an assassin
Part 2
By Hawking A.K.A. Fruey

The bright white light blinded him temporarily. He hated that light. The bright light meant that he was in the hospital.. again. It wasn't a normal hospital, and he knew that. They wouldn't take him to a normal hospital even if he were dying, at least that's what he thought.

Sure enough beyond the haze of white were two hazy looking people. One was sitting in a chair not far away, while the other one paced back and fourth muttering something to himself.

They always got mad when he had to go to the hospital, even if it was their own special hospital. They would be mad if he didn't recover quickly, and they'd be mad if he left when he hadn't fully recovered. He hated being in the hospital... it made them mad, which was generally a bad thing for him.

His vision cleared rather quickly, which enabled him to recognize both of the two people. As soon as he saw who they were he closed his eyes and tried to pretend that he hadn't woken up at all. He didn't want to have to talk to, or with either of them. Especially not the woman who quietly sat in the chair. He knew she would be the one most angry with him this time. She was the one who told him to stay inside. She told him to get some rest. She was the one who had caused his left cheek to bruise.

He knew that they had seen him watching them for that little bit because within the next few moments he could feel a soft hand taking a hold of his small hand. "Don't pretend to be asleep." Her voice was sharp, and bitter. He was afraid to look at her, afraid to even move, so he didn't. Stupid thing to do. She tightened her grip on his hand and jerked it upwards causing him to move into an almost sitting position. She abruptly let go of his hand once she had believed that he wouldn't try to go back to sleep. His blue gaze was fixed upon her cold emerald ones.

"Is one order really so hard for you to listen to? I told you you'd get sick if you went outside.. ohh but getting sick isn't enough for you is it?! No you have to try and go swimming in the fucking ocean!" She gripped him by the arm and shook him violently. "What the hell were you thinking!? Do you know how much time, money and effort we've put into you?!?"

He wanted to cry, he wanted her to go away and leave him alone, but he knew she wouldn't. If he told her to go away, if he let one tear escape he knew she'd be mad, even more so then she already was.

He was a bit shocked when the dark haired man that had been pacing around the room ran over to the woman and pried her hand away from his thin little arm.

"Stop this right now! I think we need to go have a little chat." The man said practically dragging the angered woman away from the child and out of the room, the door slammed as they left.

He knew the door would be locked this time. They hardly ever made the same mistake twice. He knew that he was going to be stuck inside for a long time now, and once he got better things would be harder. They'd probably make him re-take swimming lessons. They could say he just didn't know how to swim that well rather then say he wanted to go drown himself.

He knew how to swim just fine; he used to love to swim. His old instructor said he was like a fish in water. That was when he was younger., it was back when things were easier, back when swimming was just swimming.

Swimming changed so much when there was fighting involved. He hated to try and fight in the water. The water didn't like people fighting, and so it'd try to fight them to make them stop.. even if it meant killing them. At least that's what it seemed like.

He remembered the last time they made him go practice underwater fighting. Something went wrong, he still couldn't remember what exactly. All he really knew was afterwards he woke up in the strange hospital with bandages around his head, and a strange cut on his arm. He knew well enough that it was in fact from a knife. He'd used enough of them before to know what a knife wound looked like.

With a small sigh he laid back down against the stiff pillow. He knew that they would come to see him later, that man and woman, or someone else. He hoped it wouldn't be any of the strange people in white. They always made him take nasty medicine, or wanted to get out big needles and steal away his blood, or some other strange thing. They said it was for his own good.

Locking him up in the room, making him take disgusting medicine, hurting him. It really didn't seem like it was a good thing to him.

He wanted to see his uncle. He did have family, though they told him that they were all one big family. He knew that somewhere his uncle was doing something. He hoped that soon he'd see his uncle come through the door to give him a hug, and tell him things would be okay.

That was very unlikely. He couldn't forget how his uncle handed him over to these strange people. It took them a long time to get from his uncle's place to here. His uncle didn't really care about him, and he knew that. No one cared about him.. not even the ocean. To be rejected by people was bad enough, but when the sea won't even accept you.. who would?

He closed his eyes and hoped that it was all just a dream, and that really he was still under the strong waves of the sea... dying.

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Slowly he opened his blue eyes. The light temporarily blinded him. He wanted to cry he was so sick of looking at the stupid white room. Again he saw two people in the room. One sitting in the chair not moving, and the other leaning up against the wall staring at him.

Immediately he closed his eyes to go back to sleep. He still didn't want to talk to any of them. He could hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. He felt a hand reach out and grab a hold of his. "Omi, I know your awake.." The voice seemed so distant, as though it were something he'd lost so long ago. It was warm and comforting, much like the hand that held his.

He dared to open his eyes and look at the person. His eyes widened as he saw the concerned look in the chocolate brown eyes looking down at him. "K- ken-kun?" He asked with a slightly choked voice. Looking over towards the other side of the bed he saw Aya getting up out of his seat, and heading over towards him. Even Aya looked worried.

"What's going on?" He asked looking at both of his teammates. They looked worried, but it also looked as though they weren't telling him something, like they wanted to tell him, but wouldn't.

Ken and Aya exchanged glances, then looked back at Omi. Ken smiled and tightened the grip his hand on Omi's hand. "Don't worry Omi everything will be fine.. Your just a little sick, but don't worry we're going to take care of you." There was something about the way that Ken said 'sick' that set a chill up his spine. Sick, he had the feeling Ken wasn't talking about the flu, after all he felt just fine.

"Ken-kun.. I'm not sick, I'm fine.. really" He said trying to assure the ex- soccer player of his health. Ken only frowned at him. "Omi, you have to be serious about this. We have to help you get better so stop trying to pretend your perfectly fine when your not." Omi saw what looked to be tears welling up in the deep chocolate eyes. Ken let go of his hand and turned to head towards the door. "I'm going to go get Youji.. I think he wants to see you too."

As the door clicked shut Omi found himself staring at Aya. The red head hadn't said a single word. "Aya-kun? What's wrong with Ken-kun?" He asked hoping that the Weiss leader would provide him with some sort of an answer.

Aya just shook his head. "We'll talk about it later. You get some rest, and everything will be fine." Omi didn't want to talk about it later. They didn't keep things from each other. Omi was starting to really wonder what exactly it was that the others knew that he didn't. What would be so bad they didn't want to tell him?


...To be continued...
********* *giggles* Wooo!! another part done! *dances*

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