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Arc 2/?

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"...Are you alright?"

Omi moaned softly as he felt the murky layers of unconsciousness part around him. The blond boy slowly blinked his eyes open and squinted as his eyes sought to adjust to the light.

He heard someone move sharply beside him, turning the lights down a fraction.

"Where...?" Omi asked, about to ask more, but doubled up as a sharp wave of pain cascaded over his small frame. There was a burning white pain in his left shoulder, and his head was throbbing in time to the clock that he could hear some where in the background.

"Quiet. You've not only broken, but dislocated your shoulder, and you've most likely received a concussion." The voice stated, calmly.

Omi reopened his eyes as his cerulean eyes came to rest upon a figure moving to sit beside his bed.

Yes, he was in a bed. Where, Omi wasn't entirely sure. The room that he was in, from his observations, was rather spartan. There was one, double size bed to which he was presently occupying, a worn and chipped looking dresser with a small mirror over top, a small writing desk with a rickety appearing chair. There was a mediocre sized window that did little to improve the light in the room. There were two doors on the far side of the room, one was most likely a closet, and the other probably led to the rest of the house.

The figure sat down on the edge of the bed and regarded Omi distantly. It was a boy that looked a year or so younger then he was, the boy had dark chocolate-colored hair and cobalt blue eyes, eyes that looked as though they had seen too much for a boy of his age.

Omi's eyes widened when his mind finally acknowledged who this boy was...

"...You're...?!" Omi whispered, feeling a mixture of fear and surprise.

There was no change in the boy's expression.

"Boku wa Naoe Nagi." The boy said, as if he were merely stating that the weather outside was rainy.

...The boy was Schwartz...

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It was several hours later, when Ken came into the room, with a worried expression on his face, immediately grabbing the attention of both Aya and Yohji who had been intently watching the news on the television.

"Where's Omi?" Ken asked.

Aya looked up. "I don't know. Didn't he have a delivery to make?"

Ken frowned. "Yeah, but the delivery should have only taken him an hour at most. Now, it's been almost four hours."

Yohji shrugged. "Maybe the kid might have exercised some common sense and tried to wait out the storm, or at least until the rain let up a little."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Either way, I'm worried about him. It isn't like him not to call or anything. What if he got hurt on his way back?"

Aya gave him an unreadable look. "Omi is Weiß, he can take care of himself."

Ken frowned at the crimson-haired young man, before turning to leave the room without another word.

Ken stalked without a word to the front door and pausing long enough to get his raincoat and tugging it on. He was about to open the door and go outside when a pale hand pushed it closed again.

Ken looked up in surprise to see Aya standing at his side. "Aya?"

"If you're that worried about him. I don't see what harm there could be in going to take a look out for him. I will come with you… If you want." Aya added the last part almost uncertainly, looking into Ken's coffee-colored eyes.

Ken smiled, gratefully. "Thanks, Aya."

A small smile crept at the edges of the taller man's mouth, as Aya grabbed and pulled on his long jacket.

With a nod, the two left the apartment.

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"You don't have to be afraid of me, Omi. I'm not your enemy at this moment." Nagi replied, noting the faint look of fear in the other boy's eyes.

Omi's eyes narrowed. "And how do you come to THAT deduction? You're Schwartz, I'm Weiss. The last time I checked, we were enemies." Omi stated, matter-of-factly.

Nagi raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think, Omi, that if I were here as your enemy, that I would have killed you by now? That I would have killed you as soon as I found you?" The telekinetic said, coolly.

Omi blinked, he hadn't thought of that. But, that meant...

"You're the one who saved me from getting hit by that car after I fell off of my bike..." Omi whispered, almost disbelievingly.

Nagi looked down. "I don't know why I helped an enemy... but, something in me compelled me to help you." The younger teen said, quietly.

Omi wasn't sure how to react to what the other boy had just told him. His instincts were demanding that he get the Hell out of there, and back to the Koneko if possible, and something else... something else was trying to make him want to stay with the other boy.

Omi suddenly tensed as a worrying thought dawned on him. "Where are the other members of Schwartz?" Omi asked, trying to hide his concern.

Nagi shrugged. "Wherever. They're not here. That's how I knew it was safe for you at the time to be here. " Nagi almost hesitated, before continuing. "I've reset the broken bone in your shoulder, and it's in a sling right now. I've cleaned and bandaged the small gash on your forehead."

Omi looked surprised as his good arm lifted and his fingers came to the source of the throbbing that was in his skull. "Uh... Thank you, Nagi-kun... I think..."

Nagi met his gaze with an almost sorrowful gaze. "On the chance of sounding rude, I think it would be best for all parties if you left and went back to Weiß. If the others come back and find you here, I'm certain that they won't hesitate to kill you."

Omi looked at him with confusion in his expressive cerulean eyes.

"Why are you helping me, Nagi-kun?"

Nagi helped the older boy out of the bed, and helped to straighten Omi's borrowed clothing, for his own were soaking wet and torn from his accident out in the rain earlier.

Omi shakily headed for the door under his own power, refusing any help from the other boy as Nagi showed him to the door, giving Omi his own rain slicker to protect the injured teen against the rain.

Helping Omi do up the buttons on the front of the slicker, careful of his injured arm, Nagi looked up.

"I'm not quite sure of that myself. But, don't think that just because I'm helping you now means that the next time we meet we won't be enemies. You said it yourself; I'm Schwartz, you're Weiß. I'm sorry, Omi. Sayonnara." Nagi said, and before he realized it, the younger boy leaned over and kissed the Weiß member's cheek with soft lips, before pulling away and closing the door into the face of the now very confused Omi.