Schuldich looked down at the boy in his lap, the blonde haired, young assassin’s hair had been braided into thousands of tiny little braids, the look was rather… interesting. *1*

The German smiled and gently took the cloth off of Omi’s eyes. The two blue orbs blinked up at him, glaring slightly.

"Can you see okay now?"

Omi just glared some more.

Schuldich shrugged, he had a lot of time on his hands and if the blonde wanted to play silent, then they’d play silent, he’d just see who’d come out on top. Hell, Schuldich could be quiet; he could be like the grave! Omi’d cave into the dead silence and talk.

*

"Pleeease… speak to meee!"

Silence.

"Pleeease!!!"

Still more silence.

"I’m going out of my mind here! Pleeease, just speak!"

Nothing.

"God! Talk to me!"

A faint smirk.

"What’s so funny?"

No reply.

"Tell me! I wanna know!"

Nothing.

"Speak! What was so funny!"

Zip.

Schuldich glared at the boy with his head STILL in his lap.

"If you don’t answer me I’ll do something…" The German warned.

A grunt. By ye gods! A grunt!

The red head narrowed his eyes. "I could just dive into you’re mind and force you to talk… or I could find out what was so funny… or I could…" The red head let the words trail off and an evil little smirk played along his lips.

The blue orbs narrowed and Schuldich skimmed the boy’s thoughts.

Schuldich blinked, well the kid was thinking.

A lot.

No wonder he was so quiet.

Shrugging the German focused on Omi again. Hearing the faintest sound of the blonde’s stomach growling. The boy’s checks coloured slightly and he looked away at the ceiling.

The red head had to wonder, was there some kind of immensely interesting design up there? But no, Omi was just confused.

Smirking slightly he trailed a finger down Omi’s cheek, bringing the boy back to reality. "Would you like something to eat?" he asked gently.

"No." Omi answered, hating his stomach for trying to take over his brain functions.

Schuldich chuckled.

"Fruit salad or Peanut butter sandwiches?"

"Hn." One day, he was going to hurt the little voices in his head… slowly.

Schuldich chuckled some more and brushed his knuckles against the soft skin of Omi’s cheek.

A pink flush rushed up Omi’s cheeks and he averted his eyes, his hands making a movement as if he wanted to cross them over his chest. Of course that was impossible because that would be physical contact with the ‘evil bad guy’ and that was bad!

Schuldich laughed and pulled Omi’s head out of his lap, setting Omi’s face back down on the soft silk bedding. The German stood and stretched catlike.

Schuldich smirked when he saw the blonde’s eyes dart away from his form.

Omi made a sound that was suspiciously like a growl. It could have been the blonde’s stomach, but Schuldich was willing to beat it was the blonde.

"Well, I’ll go and grab you something to eat, don’t go anywhere off the bed." He winked then swayed out.

*

Omi glowered and waited for the door to close before standing up and making a jump for off the bed, the moment his feet touched the carpet incredible, jolting, agonising pain shot through his head and the blonde fell back to the bed, groaning and holding his poor aching temples.

"Asshole."

Through his haze of pain, Omi blinked. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Again, Omi blinked, not fully understanding the words.

Omi made a sort of moaning sound that could have been taken as a yes or no. Still holding his aching head the teen collapsed onto the soft silk. In any other condition he would have loved the feel under his hands, right now he needed an aspirin or painkiller.

From in the kitchen Schuldich grinned and finished putting together the sandwich, picking up a different cloth and soaking it with water. He had a feeling Omi would need the relief, never having actually suffered one of his own headaches, but having heard to screams of agony they could produce.

For good measure he slipped a bit of wine into the soft drink, then, still smirking walked back into the bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind him again.

He looked at the curled form on the bed, his smirk vanishing slightly. Omi looked simply edible and beautiful.

The blonde made another whimpering sound and tried to burry himself in the soft pillows.

Schuldich smiled and placed the tray on the other side of the bed sitting down and rolling Omi over so the boy was in his lap again. Gently he picked up the cloth and placed it over Omi’s eyes.

Almost immediately the blonde sighed and relaxed. Practically purring.

Schuldich chuckled and held up the sandwich under Omi’s nose.

The blonde’s nose twitched and he took a long sniff.

"What’s that?"

Schuldich chuckled and broke off apiece popping it into the questioning mouth. Omi was forced the chew and swallow it or choke.

"Good kitten. What do you think it is?"

"P-"

Another piece dropped into the open mouth.

After chewing and swallowing this piece Omi opened his mouth to object. "I’m not a ba-"

A third, slightly larger piece fell in.

Omi glowered as best someone can with a cloth over his eyes, sitting up as best he could he reached out blindly for the bread, finding it he glowered again.

"I can feed myself! I’m not a baby!"

Schuldich was laughing incredibly hard.

"I know that kitten… but…"

"What!?" Omi demanded, trying to pull the bread out of Schuldich’s hands.

The red head gasped at the sudden pulling.

"Jeez! Would you quit that! If you want to bread all you had to do was take it."

Omi blinked and moved the cloth off his face. His blurry eyes making out what he had a hold of.

Heat raced up his face, his features rivalling that of a tomato.

"T-that’s… not… n-not… bread…"

Schuldich would have replied, but Omi choose that moment to pass out.

~ End chapter two.

Author’s second notes: *laughs incredibly evilly. * Sorry! Really I am! *Cough* but ah, I have to end it there for the moment. *Sighs* when am I going to get to the lemon! Yes I know, I should get on with it, but still its too good. So reviews welcome! Very much so! ^^

*1* can you just imagine Omi with hair done that way?