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Arc 3/?

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"Aya! Stop... over there, by the breakwater!" Ken pointed as Aya pulled the white car to a stop at the curb, as Ken jumped out of the car. Aya placed the car in park, before climbing out of the car to join his lover.

Ken was crouched over the mildly mangled bicycle that had been strewn almost carelessly into the muck filled gutter.

"This is Omi's bike." Ken noted, standing up quickly, looking around worriedly with a hand above his eyes to block the rain that fell into his eyes.

"Omi's not here." Aya stated, ignoring his bangs as the rain pasted the crimson hair to his forehead.

"We should take this back. But.... Where could Omi've gotten to?" Ken asked, almost distractedly.

"..." Aya followed the other teen's gaze, silently.

Neither of them had any answers as to where their youngest fellow assassin could have gotten to, it was a mystery.

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Omi shivered as he shuffled up the alleyway to the back door of the Koneko that led to the Weiß members apartment, closing the door and locking it behind him, Omi pulled off the rain jacket the Nagi had given him and absently hung it in the closet near the door that held everyone else's outside clothing.

Through a pain ridden mind, Omi half-noticed that both Aya-kun and Ken-kun's raincoats were both missing. He pulled off his shoes and tucked them into the rack and walked slowly down the hallway, for any sudden movement caused pain to lance up from the broken bone in his shoulder.

Omi trudged down the hallway and started past the living room, when he noticed the sounds of the television going, glancing in as he passed, he noticed Yohji watching some program.

He must have made some kind of noise, because all of a sudden Yohji turned sharply, noticing Omi standing in the doorway, looking quite disoriented.

"Omittchi!'' Yohji exclaimed, looking worried when he saw Omi's pale, confused looking features.

"Yohji... gomen." Omi said, frowning.

"What happened to you? Aya and Ken both went out looking for you about twenty minutes ago." Yohji said

"I'm not feeling well... I'm going to go to bed now." Omi said, softly.

Yohji scowled. "You look like you're about to keel over, Omi. Let me help you."

Against the younger teen's protests, Yohji helped Omi into his room, when the older man noticed the way that the teen was favoring his left arm, keeping it as still as possible and with a stiff shoulder.

"Omi... what happened to your arm?" Yohji asked, covering up the shivering teen with his blankets, sounding concerned, as he moved to get the small boy some painkillers that he obviously needed.

"My bike slipped on the wet ground, and I fell, landing hard on my shoulder..." Omi said, almost embarrassed as he sat up slightly in order to take the small white pills that the older man offered with a sip of water.

"So who got the worse of it? You or the bike?" Yohji asked, trying to lighten the small boy's mood.

Omi looked up in confusion, until he clued into what Yohji was talking about.

Omi offered a small smile. "I don't really remember, Yohji-kun."

Yohji nodded with a faint smile on his elegant features, until he leaned over to examine the cleaned up gash upon Omi's left temple.

"Omi... who cleaned your wound for you? Not only that, who set your shoulder back into place?" Yohji asked, sounding concerned.

Omi frowned, looking away as though he were deep in thought, before he then yawned tiredly and blinked his sapphire eyes as the drugs started to make him drowsy.

"I'm not really sure, Yohji-kun... I think it was a friend." Omi said, softly. He blinked tiredly once more, before the small boy fell into an uneasy slumber, his breathing slowing and becoming evened out.

Yohji's brows furrowed. What had the other boy meant? He thought it was a friend... was he not certain of that fact?

Yohji lifted his head suddenly as he heard the back door open and close with a slam. Hearing the voices of both Ken and Aya, Yohji left Omi's room, closing the door behind him and headed down the hallway to see his fellow assassin's.

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"Not a sign... we searched around town twice and checked the hospital, he wasn't there." Ken muttered, tossing his jacket into the closet carelessly.

Aya frowned, moving to place his own jacket in the closet beside Ken's, carefully rearranging Ken's jacket back onto the hook. It was then that Aya noticed the unfamiliar black rain jacket that hung in the closet. He frowned, wondering whose it was.

"Yohji?" Aya turned as he heard Ken's mildly startled voice.

The tall blond was leaning against the doorway that led into the foyer.

"Omi's back." Yohji commented, regarding the other two men calmly.

Ken looked surprised. "He is? Is he okay? Aya and I found his bike totaled out in a gutter by the breakwater. Is he injured?"

Yohji raised an eyebrow. "He's in his room sleeping right now. He was a total mess when he came in. I noticed he had a sling protecting his left shoulder, and he told me that he broke it when he fell off of his bike. But, I also think that he has a concussion as well. But, he's resting in his room right now. I gave him some painkillers for his shoulder, but if he does have a concussion, you'll have to keep waking him up." Yohji stated, tucking his long hair behind an ear as he turned and left the foyer without another word.

Ken glanced to Aya for a moment, before turning and striding down the hallway towards Omi's room.

Upon entering the room, there was darkness. Ken stepped slowly into the room and switched on the lamp that was beside the youngest Weiß member's bed. Dim light lit the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere.

Omi was laying upon his back and his eyes were closed, dark lashes resting against ivory skin. There was a small bandage covering a fair sized cut upon his left temple. Ken assumed that when Omi had come in, Yohji had obviously cleaned the small boy up.

Remembering Yohji's comments towards Omi possibly having a concussion, Ken knew that it was necessary to keep the person awake, or if the person fell asleep, to keep waking them up every so often.

"Omi?" Ken called, quietly.

There was a nearly imperceptible twitch of a cheek muscle, and a flutter of the eyelids, but nothing more. Ken called his name again, and Omi stirred, opening his eyes and turning his head to regard Ken, with a sleepy expression.

"Ken-kun?" Omi asked, blinking his blue eyes to get the sleep out of them.

Ken smiled faintly. "O genki desu ka, Omi?"

Omi returned the smile. "I guess I've been better. But, I'm going to be okay." The boy replied.

That was Omi, always an optimist in the middle of hardships.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" Ken asked.

Omi looked embarrassed. "I was on my way home after delivering that arrangement that you asked me to, and suddenly it started to rain really heavily. I was soaked in seconds. The roads were really slippery, and the tires on my bike couldn't grip on the asphalt and I accidentally fell off my bike and landed on my shoulder." Omi explained, sounding somewhat sheepish.

"So who set your shoulder and patched the wound on your forehead?" Ken asked.

Omi frowned, biting his lip. He looked as though he was uncertain as to if he should say anything.

"... I'm not sure... I know I blacked out after I hit my head, everything is kind of fuzzy after that. I just remember suddenly being back here and coming into the house and out of the rain. And Yohji helping me when I came inside." Omi said, quietly.

That was when Ken knew that Omi was lying. Omi's expressive eyes always gave him a disadvantage for one could almost always tell what the younger boy was thinking by looking into his eyes.

"You weren't at the hospital?"

"No. I'm really tired, Ken-kun... can I go back to sleep?" The younger boy asked, stifling a yawn.

Ken stood up from where he had been kneeling beside the other teen's bed.

"Well...alright. You get some rest. Myself or one of the others will be in later to check in on you. We'll have to wake you up every once in a while because of your concussion. Just so that you know." Ken said, as he switched off the lamp and started the door.

Omi nodded, as he closed his eyes once more.

Ken looked back once more, before closing the door behind him and heading back to the living room, to where both Aya and Yohji were sitting upon the couch watching television and waiting for Ken to return.

Aya looked up, his cold expression softening slightly as Ken sat in the chair across from the couch.

"A broken shoulder and a mild concussion. He claims not to remember who reset his shoulder and patched up the wound on his shoulder, although he is certain that he didn't go to the hospital." Ken said, glancing at the television, although not really noticing what was playing.

"You think that he is lying?" Aya asked, quietly.

Yohji gazed at the crimson-haired assassin. "He mentioned earlier to me that he thought that it was a friend that helped him, although his tone of voice made it sound as though he wasn't really sure if it *was* a friend or not." The tall blond stated, leaning back into the couch's cushions.

"Hn." Aya grunted looking down thoughtfully.

Yohji suddenly brightened. "Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you guys. Manx is coming by tonight. She called earlier while you were out."

Ken looked surprised. "It's kinda late, isn't it?"

Yohji shrugged, looking as though he didn't really care. "She mentioned something about an important mission. Requested that we all be present--"

"...And I'm glad you all are. Well, almost everyone. Where's Bombay?" Manx asked as the tall red-headed woman came down the stairs into the room.

Ken started in surprise. "Uh.. he's not feeling well. He's resting in the back."

Manx raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? No matter. I'm sorry about the late hour but this mission was of utmost importance and needed to be acted upon immediately." She stated, handing Aya the manilla envelope containing mission information.

"Takatori Reiji has scheduled a meeting with a well known business associate in Kyoto. They're planning some kind of illegal transaction that needs to be prevented. Of course Schwartz is most likely to be present at the location." Manx explained.

"That's three hours away." Ken noted.

Manx nodded, glancing at Ken. "Hai. I assume you're all in?"

Ken glanced to Aya, with mild concern. "Omi's unable to partcipate. But, in his condition, I believe that someone should remain behind with him, should either Schwartz or Schruyent decide to exploit our absence to abduct or kill him." Ken suggested.

Manx shrugged. "I can stay with him. I'm not needed back at Kritiker for a while. I suggest you three get ready and leave as soon as possible. The transaction is scheduled to take place at midnight tonight."

"But, that's in five hours." Yohji protested, raising an eyebrow.

Manx smirked. "Then I guess you better get ready then, Balenese."

Yohji grumbled half-heartedly and he stalked back to his room to prepare.

Aya departed the room without a word and Ken was about to follow before he was snagged by the crimson-haired woman.

"What's really wrong with Bombay?" She asked, her tone serious.

Ken met her gaze with mild surprise, before glancing back to where the others had departed, then looked back to Manx.

"He had an accident out in the rain this afternoon. His bike slipped on the asphalt and he broke his shoulder and received a mild concussion. We've been waking him up every once in a while, because of the concussion." Ken explained, quietly.

Manx nodded her understanding. "Thank you. I'll keep an eye out for him while you three are gone."

Ken nodded, before he turned and left the room, as he went to pack for the evening missions.

Hopefully, the mission would run smoothly and they could all get back safe and sound. But unfortunately, no one was to know that one of them wouldn't.