Kioku – See-Saw

“Ouka…” That last word as nothing more than a hiccupped whine. Three hands, calloused and warm each in their own ways, landed on his shoulders, urging him to look up from the corpse in his arms. He sniffled and, suddenly, felt the body his arms were wrapped around being pulled from his grasp. Omi nearly snarled at the red head and was about to make a grab for Ouka’s body when Ken hugged him from behind, keeping his arms pinned to his sides. 

“Shh… It’s okay, Omitchi, don’t worry. Aya’s not going to do anything.”

And, through his tears and the rain falling around him, Omi could see Aya carefully place the girl who likened him as a boyfriend, the girl who was his sister, gently on the ground, hands crossed over her  chest peacefully, as if she was merely asleep and not d… not d-… Damn it, Omi! You are an assassin, you kill people for a living and, yet, you can’t admit that Ouka’s de –
The tears came down harder and he pitifully wailed as Ken patted his back.

“Manx’s got some people ready… To pick her up…” Yotan’s voice seemed distant, far away, as Omi felt himself drifting, drifting away form reality, from the truth, drifting away, back to the days of his ‘childhood,’ of just him and Kuro and…

Ken gave Aya a mild glare as the red head stood up, putting a cover on the hypodermic needed he had just stabbed Omi with. 

“There was no reason to do that,” Ken hissed, venom in his voice.

Aya, for his part, did not respond, other than a slight cringe. He easily picked up the 17 year old. Sadly, he looked down upon the sleeping features of Tsukiyono Omi, Bombay, leader of Weiß. Right now, his features were light, in the arms of drugged sleep, but Ran knew that, soon enough, the drugged sleep would wear off, throwing the young assassin into the clutches of his memories and nightmares. As Ran walked calmly to the backseat of the Seven, he promised himself that he would not allow this genki teen in his arms battle this enemy alone.