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Arc 7/?

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For the last three days that Omi had been held a captive of Schwartz, he had been surprisingly well taken care of. Other then the first incident with Schuldrich, he hadn't been harmed at all, which surprised him greatly, considering that Schwartz 'was' his enemy.

Although, Omi pondered, if Nagi hadn't been nearby for the majority of the time, he wasn't exactly sure of what would have become of him then. Omi knew that behind the scenes, wherever Nagi was when he wasn't with him, was most likely keeping Schuldrich in line, because the blond Weiss member saw the intent of harm in the German's emerald green eyes.

Omi shivered slightly and pulled his blanket higher around him. What also confused him, was that he was a hostage of Schwartz, but yet he wasn't tied or anything of the sort. Omi was able to get up and use the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom that he was in, whenever he wanted. There were supplies of anything that he needed, such as toiletries, etc. The sole window in the room was barred, preventing his escape, even if it was possible. The only other door in the room that led to the rest of the house was always locked, unless Nagi was in the room. But, then again, after Nagi's simple display of his power against Schuldrich, Omi had no desire to attempt an escape while Nagi was with him.

Nagi... Omi couldn't understand the boy. Even though they were enemies, Nagi continued to help him, to the point of always being friendly. The blond wasn't sure what Nagi's motives were, if the other boy had any. But willingly trying to be friends with a person you were usually trying to kill on a regular basis certainly didn't add up on Omi's list of what your enemy should be doing.

//:How very true, little kitten.://

Omi looked up in surprise as he spotted Schuldrich standing in the doorway.

"Schuldrich?!" Omi said, looked uncertain, as he subconsciously tried to shrink back against his pillows that were propping his shoulder.

Schuldrich sauntered lazily into the room, and plopped down upon the edge of the bed near Omi, peering at him in a most cat-like manner.

"You know, poor little Nagi-chan has a crush on our little pet kitten." Schuldrich said, trailing a finger down Omi's cheek in a semblance of affection.

Omi pulled away from the older man. "What do you want, Schuldrich? Why did you go to the trouble of capturing me?"

Schuldrich shrugged. "I don't know. Even if I did, why would I tell you? But, then again, it would be amusing to watch you squirm about the fact that Mr. Takatori wants you, Takatori Mamoru, out of the way for a while."

Omi looked up at him angrily. "Don't call me that! It's not my name. I'm Tsukiyono Omi, *not* Takatori Mamoru!"

Schuldrich raised an eyebrow in amusement.

//: Is that really true? Or do you keep on telling yourself that in the hopes of someday you'll actually start believing your own lies?://

Omi started, eyes widening.

Was that true? Did he really keep on trying to convince himself that he wasn't a Takatori, when deep within him somewhere, he knew that there was no amount of convincing that would make him believe otherwise?

Schuldrich laughed, quite amused by that myriad emotions that fluttered across the younger boy's face.

The tall German stood up and started for the door. "You remember what I said, Weiss. The answer that you search for desperately could be right in front of you the entire time, just waiting for you to acknowledge it."

It was then that Nagi ran into the room, looking concerned. Looking from Omi's confused face, up to Schuldrich faintly smug expression, Nagi scowled at the elder man.

"What did you say to him?" Nagi demanded.

Schuldrich held his hands up placatingly. "I didn't say anything that he didn't already know." Was all the psychic said, before departing the room, leaving Nagi and Omi alone once more.

"Are you alright, Omi-kun?" Nagi asked, kneeling at Omi's side.

Omi looked down at Nagi, with anger in his cerulean eyes. "Why do you care! You're Schwartz! You're my enemy." Omi turned his head away. "Enemies aren't supposed to treat their hostages to five-star treatment. Why, why do you care!"

Nagi looked flustered. "I...I..."

Omi threw the blankets aside and climbed unsteadily out of the bed, wearing a worn pair of loose, cotton pants and a black tank top. Omi regained his footing and started for the door.

"I'm leaving! I have to get out of here!" Omi declared, starting towards the door, still holding his shoulder protectively.

Nagi looked up in startlement at Omi's declaration and used his power to lock the door just as the blond reached out to grab the doorknob. Rattling the knob, Omi glared back at the other boy.

"Let me go! Onegai?!" Omi pleaded.

Nagi's face became expressionless, as the younger boy stood up and moved to the Weiss boy's side, removing his hand from the knob.

"I can't let you go. Gomen nasai, Omi-kun."

Omi glared defiantly at the younger teenager, the swung with his good arm and managed to hit the younger boy across the jaw.

Nagi took a step back, but otherwise didn't move. He looked up in surprise at Omi. Omi stood glaring at him, his slender body heaving with barely conrtolled anger.

It was then that something clicked inside of Omi's mind:

Nagi was a telekinetic, the ability in which one can move things with one's mind at their will. Omi realized that Nagi could have stopped him at any time, could have prevented him from punching him. But... Why didn't Nagi stop him? Could what Schuldrich had said earlier be true?

Omi slumped forward in resignation, he fell to his knee's at Nagi's feet, lowering his head.

"Nagi-kun... I..." Omi started, feeling guilty for what he'd done, when he felt a ghostly pressure under his chin, forcing him to look up into Nagi's eyes.

"It's okay. I know..." Nagi replied, softly.

Omi met his eyes, confused. How could the other boy forgive him so quickly? Omi could already see the bruise that was starting to show on the younger boy's fair skin, and the split lip that he had given him.

"Naze...?" Omi whispered, with sorrowful eyes.

Nagi knelt down before Omi, and carefully pulled him close in a tender hug, taking care not to harm the other teen's broken shoulder.

"Gomen nasai, Omi-kun... gomen nasai." Nagi whispered, resting his chin on the blond's good shoulder, closing his eyes.

Omi didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.