Cali-chan here. First of all, thanks to all you ppl
who commented on 'Breaking all the Rules'! Cali luvs
you all and will try to find time to reply. But my
life is hectic at the moment cuz my parents plan to
ship me to San Diego for 4th year. I don't want to
leave my nice little asian archipelago but my parents
rule me. -_-*

This is an old fic I revived and added a lemon scene
to. My first lemon scene so be kind. O.o Gah. I'm
nervous... ^,^


Author: Cali-chan
E-mial: silver_elf@edsamail.com.ph
Title: ~Shattered~
Rating: NC17
Type: One-shot
Warnings: Sex, rape, Cali's pathetic first attempt at
lemon. ^.^*
Archive: Ask me, then I'll say yes ofcourse but I
wanna know first where my fics go. ^___~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Thus saying that
I can mess their lives anyway I want. That's better
than owning them. ~___~-fufufufufu

Note:
{} is for telepathy
~*~*~*~* is for scene changes
---------------

~Shattered~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I don't want to be a white china figure
For the rest of my life
so please smash me into a million pieces
and let me

fall

fall

fall

and you can put me back together
any way you want to
any way at all
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

<Do I deserve to be so happy?>

Omi gazed over at his lover's sleeping form. Perfect
was the word that described such beauty. His hands
traveled on their own accord, tracing the milky white
skin, then lightly over the lips that were perpetually
fixed into a frown; atleast until they would suddenly
tilt up into something altogether beautiful. 

A smile. 

Something Omi has learned to cherish from him and keep
locked up in his heart where noone could take it away.
Funny how the smaller things proved to be the most
important.

Asleep Aya-san finally attained peace. He looked
almost innocent, although Omi doubted the adjective
would suit any of them. He loved doing this when he
got the chance. Just watch. Every minute detail
captivated him. The way the slim chest would rise and
fall with every breath, how the red strands would fall
upon his cheeks.

Aya-san was _beautiful_. Omi couldn't believe that
such a person could come to love him... tainted and
broken, Aya-san had cleansed and mended him. Now he
was whole, and Aya-san held him together. If anything
happened to Aya-san...

He wouldn't even think about _that_! Omi snuggled
closer to Aya's chest and tucked his head beneath his
lovers chin. 

Then long fine brows furrowed as Aya's eyelids slipped
open, purple iris' fixing their gaze ontu the young
boy snuggled in the nest of his arms. Omi's large
longlashed blue eyes gazed sheepishly up at him, the
soft timber of the youth's voice muffled on his chest,
"Aya-san gomen ne. I didn't meant to wake you up."

Aya nuzzled the soft golden brown hair. Omi smelled
like cinnamon, chocolate and sex. It was an altogether
arousing smell, "Daijoubu Omi.", Then he shifted
himself so that he lay ontop of the young boy, their
faces inches apart.

Omi smiled, then his mouth was busy doing other
things.

~*~*~*~*~*

<I love him... Why can't he see that!>, Ken's fist
slammed into the wall. Long chestnut locks tumbled
into his face as he slumped to the ground.

Today he had prepared dinner for the two of them,
knowing that Youji had a date planned and Omi had a
school overnight trip. 

Everything had been perfect. Aya loved the food, Ken
could tell by the way his eyes had lit up. He had even
agreed to watching a movie with him... until Omi had
come home claiming the sleepover had been canceled.
Then Omi became his world.

And Gods... the smile Aya had flashed when he came in.
How often had he wished that smile had been because of
something he did. Cooking dinner for him hadn't earned
him a smile.

All Omi had to do was be there. 

Then they had left, Aya holding Omi's hand tight in
his. Then Ken had escaped downstairs into the mission
room to keep the sounds from behind the shut door at
bay. 

He hid his face in his hands, "Why? ... Why Omi and
not me?", he was so immersed in his misery that he
didn't hear footsteps ring as they decended the steel
stairs.

"Ken?"

The soccer player stumbled to his feet, eyes panicked,
"Youji?", Damn... had Youji heard him?!, "Yo-You're
home early."

The older man lit a ciggarette, puffing it slowly, "I
didn't feel like getting laid tonight."

Startled, Ken merely stared dumbfounded at the
playboy. Youji? Not want to get laid?!

The older man walked towards him and leaned close,
"What about Omi?"

Ken panicked. He _had_ heard him!, "Eto... what about
him?"

"I heard you say his name."

Ken paled. Youji took this in with a smirk but plowed
on, "It's about him and Aya hmmm?"

Ken tried to move away but Youji's hand came up and
grabbed his arm, "I-I don't know what you mean..."

Youji put his face close, "Don't fuck with me Hidaka.
The brat's been feeding off Aya's affection for the
past few months now and you're not the only one who's
pissed off."

"Youji!", Ken's jaw fell open, "Ho-how could you say
that?!"

"Because...", Youji felt the pain of rejection throb
in his chest. _He_ had been Omi's first. _He_ had been
the one Omi ran too when he needed comfort. Omi had
said he loved him then.

Betrayed...

And when Aya came into the team, Omi started to grow
distant. He pretended not to see when Omi's gaze would
rest on the red head. Because Omi was still with him.
He played ignorant when Omi would obviously prefer to
stay with Aya than him. Because Omi said he still
loved him. Then after that little Takatori incident he
knew he had lost. The boy had leaped into Aya's arm's
without a backwards glance.

Whore...

It was time to put a stop to it.

"Ken... Aya could be yours if Omi was gone."

"What!!!", Ken's surprise quickly turned into fury,
"How could you even think of killing him?!"

"I never said 'kill' did I? What kind of person do you
think I am?", Ken's anger shifted into surprise once
more. 

Youji hadn't been thinking of killing Omi off. As much
as he tried to hate the boy... he couldn't forget that
he had been happy then, when Omi loved him. He had
other plans.

Ken looked doubtful, "Then what..."

Youji turned to walk away, "I know someone who could
help us."

"Who?"

Youji ignored him. He hoped the _favors_ he had been
doing for the man would be enough.

~*~*~*~*~*

Omi peered up from his textbook as Youji lumbered into
the room, "Ara? Youji-kun!", Omi tumbled off the bed
then jumped upright, "What are you doing here?"

Youji ruffled the youth's silky hair, lingering for a
moment before grinning widely, "Oi. Is Aya home?"

Omi shook his head, "I-iya! Aya-kun said Ken-kun asked
him for help delivering a bunch of arrangements!"

"So," Youji glanced around, "We've got the whole house
to ourselves hmmm?"

Omi nodded then blushed slightly as the line brought
back memories. He and Youji-kun had been together
before he had met Aya-san. The older man had taught
him pleasure, and Omi had given him his virginity in
return. He would always be a special friend.

Youji suddenly grabbed his arm and proceeded to drag
him out the door, "Yo-Youji-kun?!"

"C'mon Omi! You thought I'd let you fry your brains
infront of the computer again?! This time I'm taking
you out!"

"O-out to where?"

Youji's smile widened, "You'll see."

~*~*~*~*~*

"Ken."

"Ah?"

"How much farther is this place?"

Aya frowned as Ken fidgeted nervously, "Eh... a couple
of streets down."

Aya sighed. What was he doing out at night when he
could be... he hid a smile as he turned his head to
the side. Ken in the passenger's seat busy holding the
fragile arrangements didn't catch it.

Omi would probably be on his computer when he would
arrive home, knowing the youth. The he would flash his
sunny smile and rush towards him. Then they would hold
each other. Then merely love. Love with heart, body,
mind.

Aya never through he could love anyone else besides
his imouto. When Ran died to give birth to the Aya he
was now, his heart closed off, only the love for
Aya-chan remaining because Ran had loved her. Then Omi
had come along.

The boy had merely been his friend at first. Then his
enemy when he had found out his lineage. Then when Omi
rejected his family, they became soulmates. 

Bonded by their hate. 

Aya hated Takatori for killing his family. Omi hated
Takatori for being his family. Together the broken
pieces that had been their selves had fit together
perfectly.

Ironic... how hate had brought about love.

When Omi had come home, his brother's blood heavy on
his hands, Aya had gathered him up, kissed those
fingers that had hurt Takatori. Then those lips that
had rejected his accursed family. Then he kissed those
eyes that had seen horrors as he had seen. Then
finally, clothing gone he had kissed the bruises,
physical signs of maltreatment of that cursed name.

Ken would never understand him. Youji _could_ never
understand him. Omi could and _did_. It was about
family. He wanted Omi to be by his side forever.

Someone who loved and understood him. A portion of his
heart had come alive once more.

"Aya?"

He broke out of his reverie, "Nani."

"We're here!", then Ken looked pleadingly at him.

Aya blinked, "What?"

"Can you open the door?", Ken's eyes turned big and
quivery, "I don't wanna hurt the flowers!"

"...hnn."

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Youji's eyes once more drifted to the young boy fast
asleep in the backseat of his car. Golden bangs
tumbled down his face framing cheeks flushed with
drink. Two beers and already knocked out! Well... one
had been drugged but Omi was an assasin for gods sake!

The sight of a drunken flushed Omi reminded him of the
first time he had taken the boy. Drunk, Omi was so
sweet, willing to please.

Youji tried to stifle the bit of unease that had begun
to rise up. Omi had been nervous when he had brought
him to the place which had preceded their first night
together. He probably thought that Youji wanted to
bring their relationship back again. Well... he was
slightly right, but not quite. If this went as
planned, Omi would be the one who would beg to come
back, not him.

Omi let out a muffled sigh and plopped down from his
seating postion to curl up on himself. Youji felt a
pang of guilt.

/Youji...kun./

/Hai?/

/I feel sick.../

/Really? Want me to take you home?/

/O..negai..?/

/Sure kid./

Then he had snuggled into his arms and fallen fast
asleep. Did Omi trust him that much? He remembered the
times before Aya had come. Everything was normal then.
Perfect.

/Youji-kun! Stop smoking! You're going to die early!/

/Maa, let me be Omittchi./

/If you don't stop smoking now I won't kiss you!
You'll taste like an ashtray!/

/Hey!/ 

His taking over his shifts:

/Youji-kun! I have to study for a test tommorow. You
wouldn't mind taking over?/

/Fine./

/Arigatou!/

/But you have to buy me ice cream./

/Hai!/

/And let me use you as a plate./

/*Laugh* Youji-kun!/

Youji cursed and slammed his fists into the steering
wheel. How could Omi have thrown such days away! 

{No need to worry Kudou. After this he'll be all
yours.}

Shulderich?

A nasal laugh, {Who else! I'm in the next building.
Pull over.}

~*~*~*~*~*

"So Kudou, this is how it'll go. You just stand there
and frown like the redheaded cold fish while I fuck
him.", Shulderich trailed a finger down Omi's cheek,
"I'll fiddle with his little mind so he'll think
you're Aya, heartlessly watching an enemy rape him.
Afterwards I'll cause a momentary blackout and you
pick him up and you'll be his beloved savior."

Youji's fists clenched, "Why should you be the one to
fuck him. Can't you stand there, look like Aya, and
make me look like you?"

"Too much work, doing two people. Besides, I won't do
this unless I get something out of it. You're getting
this little boy Kudou, so why not let me have one go?"

"But-"

{Fuck the _favors_ you gave me Kudou. You enjoyed my
cock up your ass as much as I did.}

"You bastard..."

"Nagi!", Shulderich half-turned as his younger teamate
walked into the room, "Watch the doors got it?"

"Hai.", Nagi's eyes widened as he caught sight of Omi,
"What's this..."

"None of your damn buisness brat. Brought you along to
gaurd, not to watch.", Then Shulderich turned to
Youji, "Time to start. Are you ready?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Nani...?

Omi slowly rose out of the murky darkness of sleep,
then screamed as his mind was assaulted, another
conscience melding into his. He found he couldn't
move, couldn't breath unless this being allowed him
too. His mind wasn't his.

Then he felt his head being turned and he saw...
Youji-kun? He tried to speak, tried to cry for help
but the being in his mind controlled him utterly.

{Don't bother asking for help little Omittchi.}

What?

{Your here because your friends wanted you to be
taught a lesson.}

This voice.

{Betrayer, bastard, whore. You're all of these
things.}

Wh-why?

{You're a betrayer in Youji's eyes. A bastard in Ken's
for stealing the person he loved. In Aya's eyes you're
a whore.}

That's a lie!

{Is it? Did you think your beloved Aya would love you?
A Takatori?}

He... he said I wasn't a Takatori any longer!

{Sweet words to get a fuck. How else was he going to
get you in his bed? How else was he going to taint the
Takatori name by making the only heir left his little
bitch.}

I-

{You what?}

You-... You're lying.

{Not too sure there are you? Why else would Youji be
standing here? Ken and Aya _happening_ to be out?}

... They're my friends.

{Would friends give you over to the enemy?}

Who are you?!

Omi felt his head being turned and finally caught
sight of his assaulter. Long red hair tumbled down to
tickle his cheeks, {Hello liebeschoen.}

Shulderich?!

{Now before Youji gets impatient, I might as well fuck
you and get this over with hmmm? The floors cold so I
don't want to prolong this.}

Omi panicked as he felt himself thrown ontu his
stomach, his pants and boxers tugged off roughly and
cast aside. Then a hand parted his buttcheeks,
questing fingers slipping roughly inside of him then
thrusting deep inside, causing Omi to cry out in
pain-pleasure.

Stop... ONEGAI!

{What? Why, I haven't had my fun yet!}

Then Omi felt the fingers slide slowly out, crying
helplessly as he felt the german's large member press
against his hole. In one smooth jerk of his hips the
German impaled him.

Stop... please...

Shulderich pressed his stomach to the boy's back, his
arms going around the assasin's chest. {Relax and
enjoy the ride little one.} Omi felt the redhead's
pubic hair scratch at his opening as Shulderich buried
his cock to the hilt once more.

Shulderich pull almost out of him before pushing back
deeper in the boys ass. Omi's eyes shut tightly as the
man's dick brushed against his prostate. His cock
throbbed between his legs. Shame filled him as he
reliezed his body was reacting to what his own enemy
was doing to him.

{That's it liebe. Just enjoy it.} Shulderich nibbled
his ear and Omi found his body, still in Shulderich's
control, pressing back to grind his butt on the dick
inside him. 

He moaned softly as Shulderich aimed for his prostate,
sending waves of hot pleasure rushing through him. His
cheeks flushed pink and his lips fell open, breath
coming out in pants. Shulderich's strong fingers
pinched Omi's nipples roughly as he kissed the boy's
long neck, tongue tasting the salty sweet skin.

Shame filled the young Weiß member. He was so helpless
beneath Shulderich's control.

He looked to Youji for compassion, for help. Then gave
up hope. Youji stood leaning against a rail hands
buried inside his pants, jerking himself off.

Omi felt himself break. Love, friendship, a team...
everything was a lie. Was this world a place where one
used and was used, merely to survive? Everything that
made him himself was an illusion. What was he really?

A Betrayer.

Bastard.

Whore.

Shulderich pounded into Omi's ass harder and faster.
Omi pressed back to meet him with every thrust of
hips. Shulderich reached out and caught Omi's chin,
turning it so his could snake his tongue into the
boy's sweet mouth. He tasted alcohol and bubblegum.

Omi felt the German's thrusts grow shorter.
Shulderich's large hands fisted over the boy's cock,
pumping it roughly until he felt the boy's seed spill
into his hands.

Omi's walls contracted at the pleasure, tightening
over Shulderich's dick. Finally, the German plunged
into him, burying his cock deep within Omi's bowel,
hands grabbing Omi's waist to keep himself deep inside
as he emptied himself. Shulderich's dick throbbed and
pulsed as his semen filled and coated Omi's ass.

"That was good. Sooo damn good love.", Shulderich
whispered huskily. Omi was barely concious but jerked
as he felt a gun pressed into his hand, {Kill him
little love, the man who betrayed you. And join those
of your kind.}

He felt Shulderich pull away, the man's limp cock
popping out of his hole, "Done Kudou. Wait a few
seconds before approaching him, we want him to see you
running to help him when the blackout wears off.", the
nasal voice rang out in his ears as he kept his
cerulean eyes closed.

/Youji-kun. Betrayer. What you accused me of being you
are one yourself./

{Open your eyes.}

He did. And saw Youji rushing towards him.

"Omi!", he was gathered up into long gangly arms, "Are
you allright?"

"No.", then as Youji pulled away to look at him, Omi
aimed the gun to his heart and pulled the trigger. The
gun echoed around the hollow room as Youji slumped
back, dumb surprise on his features as he watched
crimson blossom on his chest. 

Youji coughed, blood spilling over his lips as he
struggled to sit up. Omi pinned him down and licked
the bloodstained lips, moving down to suck at where
the shirt was absorbing the blood. The he felt Youji's
heart falter... then die.

"Good work liebe.", Shulderich smirked and walked
forward, "We don't have a vacant spot in Schwarz but
I'm sure I can find you a place."

Omi looked up, pupils dilated, "No thank you."

Shulderich's expression was one of pure surprise.

Omi shot him in the head. It was beautiful, how the
blood spurted out of that one tiny perfect hole. Omi
crawled to the still corpse on his knees, blood and
semen trickling down his legs, and stuck his finger
into the opening in the middle of the man's forehead.
There was something soft inside. A sudden urge caused
Omi to lean down to suck it out but he suddenly found
himself held immobile. The gun flew out of his hands.

Nagi walked up the stairs and caught the gun, taking
in the gory scene with evident amusement lighting his
features, "_Now_ there's a vacancy in Schwarz."

Omi smiled.

The younger boy walked towards him then knelt,
ignoring the blood that stained his immaculately clean
uniform, "It's fine enough that you like the taste of
brains but I don't.", light fingers traced his cheeks,
"And you're mine now."

Omi took hold of the fingers and kissed them, humoring
his captor, "Why?"

"Because I could kill you now and I won't.", Nagi's
fingers pressed insistently on Omi's lips so he
allowed them to slip in, sucking on them softly, "And
you -could- useful."

Use and be used.

"And we're alike."

Are you a Betrayer? A Bastard? A whore?

"The rest of Schwarz were old geezer's with no dreams.
I have dreams."

Omi grew interested.

"I could use you."

Omi pressed his body close, "I've always been used."

Nagi smiled and stroked his hair, "Once my dream comes
true, you'll no longer be used by anyone. We'll be the
ones using. That is... if you prove yourself worthy to
be my partner."

Omi kissed him. 

Then Omi pushed him down, fingers moving to uzip the
boy's fly and pull down his boxer's. Omi giggled as
the boy's hard dick was exposed to the night air. He
sat up, his hand moving the telekenetic's cock to his
opening. The swiftly he sat down, impaling himself.
Nagi moaned, buried deep inside Omi's ass, thrusting
up swiftly into the creamy warmth.

Omi ignored the corpses and the fact that he was torn
and sore. He allowed himself a small smile as Nagi
writhed beneath him.

You could use me Nagi, but I could use you too.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aya sighed with relief as he and Ken finally returned
home. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he immidietly
made his way to Omi's room. He was always
uncomfortable leaving Omi with Youji. He didn't like
the looks he caught the older man giving the boy nor
the fact that he suspected that they had been less
than platonic in the past.

He was suprised to find Youji's room empty and the
door ajar as he dropped his jacket off in his room.
Aya berated himself, he had underestimate Youji. The
man had probably left after he and Ken had drove off
to make the deliveries. Unless...

He rushed to Omi's room fearing the worst, slamming
the door open, "Om-", he started before he silenced
himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

Kawaii... Omi lay fast asleep curled beneath his
blankets, a sweet smile on his face. Aya walked to the
edge and leaned close, kissing him softly on the
forehead. 

Wide fathomless blue eyes fluttered open, "Aya-san?",
Omi's arms reached out and pulled him under the
covers. They snuggled close, lips meshing together as
Omi wrapped his legs around the older man. Aya's
tongue ravished Omi's sweet mouth, he tasted like the
strawberry toothpaste he so loved.

Once they pulled away and merely held each other, he
gazed straight into his lover's eyes, "I love you
Omi."

Something flashed then, an expression so fast that Aya
counld't catch what emotion it was. But then Omi
smiled brightly and kissed him on the nose and he
forgot it in the wave of love he felt for the fragile
young man, "Me too Aya-san."

Hidden in the shadows, Nagi smiled.

~Owari???~