tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; August 27th
Rating; PG; will edit as needed
Characters; Aya (

saerux), and Ken if he wants.
Summary; Aya finally goes to meet up with his team members.
Log;

It had been several days now since Aya had entered the city. He had conversed with some of the other detainees, and some of the locals, and found them all unpleasant. He'd gone to Dorian, trudging and stumbling through the freezing snow and sleet, and been horrified at her price. Now he was setting out to find Bombay and Siberian ... still snowing. But now, there were penguins. He'd stopped to watch them for a while, wondering at the simple lives they lead - play, eat, play, raise children, play, eat... it was entrancing, in a way.

He moved on, not noticing how many times he faltered. The movements aggravated his injuries but the cold numbed them. He'd been trying to keep them clean and bound, but he was no doctor. Aya had been in too much shock when he first made contact with his teammates to even mention that he'd been damaged during his transition out of their world. Things were starting to get sketchy.

Finally, he made it to building four. He got the door open with only a little effort (disappointing, really, there should be higher security in this place), and clung heavily to the doorknob as he entered.

"Bombay? ... Omi?"

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And the bandages were off. Omi folded them up into a neat pile and placed them on the floor for now; he would put them away later. He reached for the cloth soaked in the water and squeezed out the excess liquid before starting to clean up the excess blood from Aya's wound. As soon as that was done, he opened the first aid kit up and pulled out antiseptic, gauze, and some cottonballs. He dabbed a few drops of antiseptic on one cottonball and started to apply it on the wound. Once that was finished, the bandages were next go around Aya's abdomen.

"There," Omi released a little sigh, and looked up at Aya with a really sheepish look. "So uhm, about that bullet.." This seriously just made him feel awkward.

Aya was calm during the treatment - he was all right at patching himself up, but it was always better to have someone do this sort of thing for you. He shifted a bit, testing the wrapping, and was satisfied.

"Ahh..." Omi's nervousness amused Aya, just a little bit. He bent down to remove his boots. Once they were off and set aside, he stood, and removed the remainder of his clothes. He was a very reserved person, true, but he had nothing to be ashamed off as far as his body went - and having an open wound treated wasn't sexual or embarrassing, as far as he was concerned.

The scrape from the bullet looked raw and angry underneath the half-assed tape-up job Aya had done, and he sat back down at an angle where Omi could see his wound but wasn't getting a face full of anything else (he didn't want the kid to have a heart attack).

Oh, sure, this certainly made things a lot more awkward, but Omi wasn't the type to faint or anything like that. All he could offer as a reaction would be a small, timid smile, but that was about it. If this happened at any other day, Omi would have been fine, but considering what happened between Ken and himself a few weeks ago; well, let's just say the boy was still on edge because of it. When Aya revealed the wound, Omi just focused on doing what he did with the earlier wound: remove the bandages, clean the blood up, apply antiseptic, and wrap it up with gauze.

"All done," was what Omi said first as he finished with the gauze, smiling at the satisfying job he did. "Is there anything else you need, Aya-kun? Water, food-- I can cook something up for you..?" While he was talking, he was gathering up the stuff he brought out and was getting them ready to be stored back in, but he wasn't going to do that until the older replied.

Aya inspected his new bandaging, and nodded. He stood and began pulling on his underwear and pants, and then carefully put his shirt back on. It was cold, so he slid his socks on, but he left his boots, gloves, and jacket where they were. It was all too much to be going around in.

"Food," he said. "I haven't eaten." He didn't say in how long, but in truth, he hadn't eaten since before he'd come to the city - his customary light meal before a mission. "Ken isn't here?"

Omi just flashed a smile and nodded, "Sure. I'll be right back with food, then." This was where the youth got up to a stand with the stuff in his hands; he would have headed out of the living room, but the inquiry about Ken's whereabouts stopped him. "... I'm not really sure. I woke up, and he wasn't around.. He'll hopefully be back soon." There was something that was a little off with Omi's smile, but he didn't stand around long enough to let that be noticed. Truth be told, he was really worried about Ken; these past few days just raised Omi's alert level by a lot. He could tell Aya about that, but now wasn't the time. It could wait.

As he headed for the kitchen, the penguin followed after him as well, waddling its way over to where he is. It appeared to have one thing in mind; it was hungry too. The penguin even took the liberty of reminding Omi that: by poking his leg with its beak repeatedly. Omi blinked; it looked like they were going to have sushi today.

He didn't take a long time making the sushi, but he did have to stop every now and then in order to give the penguin some of the fish it wanted. Of course, sake wasn't the only type he was making though. He had maguro and ebi too, although he really wasn't quite sure what type Aya would've liked. Oh well, he would just have to hope for the best, right? Omi placed all six sushi, two of each type, on a plate, and he grabbed a pair of chopsticks as well. With that, he came back into the living room and handed the food over to Aya with a big smile. "Hope sushi's alright~"

"Hn."

Aya gave a short nod in reply. He'd taken a few moments to do some breathing exercises while Omi was out - just sitting quietly and relaxing his muscles and his mind. He didn't really want to know what the other assassins opinions would be if they ever found out he practiced yoga, of all things, so he didn't begin any of those forms outright - he would later. It would be good for his abused body. It also gave him some time to think about his teammates.

Something was up. Oh yes, it was. Omi was acting off - and something like that was easily explainable with their circumstance, but his reaction to bringing up Ken was abnormal and vaguely troubling. It hinted at some sort of tension between the two younger assassins, and tension within the ranks was never good. Aya had been there - he and Omi had been there. Tension... well, perhaps that was an understatement. But it wouldn't do to have them quarreling here. In Aya's mind, the blame defaulted to Ken. He'd been growing sketchier lately, and reading that he'd lost his bugnuks made him question Ken's current lucidity.

But it could very well be Omi, as well. Omi handled stress well, to a point - but when he broke, he broke spectacularly. He thought it was vaguely odd that Omi would let Ken go about as his pleased in this place and not know his movements, especially considering they were sharing a living space. Aya would have to make sure they stepped up their performance. There would be no using this place as some sort of vacation while he was around.

At the sight of the offered food, Aya's stomach growled. He made a face at it, almost embarrassed. "Thanks, Omi." He had no idea how the younger man managed to whip up things like that so quickly. It must be some weird homemaker gene that Aya simply lacked. The best he could do was toast, and maybe a fried egg if he was especially lucky. He took the plate with a small nod, and began to eat. He forced himself not to stuff himself too quickly, or else he knew he'd be sick.

"What's going on with you and Ken?"

The smile was kept in its place. "No problem, Aya-kun," he said, before taking a seat down beside the older man, leaning back against the softness of the couch. Guh, he was tired; it probably didn't help that he pulled an all-nighter last night and fell asleep with his head on the desk. At least it was a fruitful night; he was able to find out a lot of the stuff that he didn't know about earlier on. But he really, really needed a good night's rest later.

This thought was soon pushed to the back of his mind when Aya asked him the question he had been trying to avoid. It wasn't like he didn't want to talk about it; it was more like he didn't want to talk about it at the moment, especially when he didn't get the chance to organize his thoughts and all that. But the question had been asked; there was no point to avoid it. All he could do was just answer it as best as he could. He was silent for a few seconds, since he was picking out what to say; there was no way he was going to tell Aya about that incident with a tipsy Ken. That would make the situation awkward again.

So here it was; he would just say what else bothered him. "Ken's been acting weird lately," there, that was a good start, let's keep going, "I think he's getting restless. Being stuck here for so long with nothing to do, with no missions to complete-- I think he misses all of that, Aya-kun." Yeah, yeah, keep going. "... And after he disappeared for a few nights, to kill stuff, I guess, he even suggested to set up an organization like Kritiker here." And now there was a rueful smile on his face, "I guess you could say I'm kind of freaked out a little, you know?" Actually, he didn't really know, but he just ran out of things to say.

Aya listened to Omi, only slightly distracted for a moment by how amazing and delicious the sushi was - though he suspected anything would taste so heavenly, as hungry as he was. It made sense, for Ken to be so on edge. Of all of them, he had the most force behind his reasons to work for Kritiker - he had a goal, a never-ending mission. With Aya-chan safe and leading a normal life, Asuka's fate brought to light, and Omi's past ... well, the rest of them had something resembling closer, even if their own personal hells would never truly end. Aya-chan would always dominate Aya's life - but he was not thinking about her for a reason. He wasn't ready yet to grasp the concept of being trapped away from her in another universe.

"You don't sound sure," Aya pointed out, and picked up another piece of sushi with his chopsticks.

How could he be? Ever since he ended up here, again, he wasn't really sure about a lot of things lately. Maybe you could say the city was finally getting to him; all the ups, and downs, and turnarounds-- he didn't really know how he dealt with all of that for so long without cracking. Perhaps it was just because he turned a blind eye to a lot of the things that went by, pretending they didn't happen unless someone brought it up. Yeah, maybe that was why he didn't sound sure. Or maybe, it was because he just didn't know what he really felt about this. Freaked out, disturbed, scared? Which was it?

"I don't know, Aya-kun," he released a sigh, "I just don't know."

Aya gave Omi a long, searching look. There was something else, something Omi wasn't telling him. It was obvious. The boy had enough sense to leave Ken be if he was having trouble coping with the situation.

"Hn."

More silence. It occurred to Aya that he hadn't seen the penguin for several minutes, but there were more important things at hand.

"Ken has always been a very intense man," Aya said. "But this is obvious enough... It's been directed at you." Not a question.

Omi allowed himself to wear another smile, "There was no point trying to hide it, huh?" And after that, the youth just closed his eyes and let his lips stretch into a thin line. "Did anyone tell you about curse days?" Here it goes. "There was one day where.. I don't know, people started acting weird, like.. they were acting on just their basic urges or something?" When Omi opened his eyes, he just kept their focus locked at the ceiling, refusing to look anywhere else.

And he just murmured, "I think he wanted to kill me."

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