[Not your normal Omi]

[freesiaofblood]

It's night, and Omi's sitting on the roof of a building. You might notice that there's something rather... off... about the smallest kitten. The full moon's light doesn't help much, but does his skin look a bit paler to you? And are his eyes just a bit brighter and a more clear blue than you remember

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[have_your_lives]

Schuldig cocked an eyebrow. It wasn't that he'd simply assumed Bombay hadn't heard him coming; what he had assumed was that the lack of any action on the boy's part, any yelling or accusations or attacks, could only mean that Omi wasn't aware of him yet. What were the odds that Omi had forgotten their little game, and the fallen pawn that had been Ouka, so quickly?

But Omi was definitely aware of him now, and no outrage was forthcoming...so clearly his initial assumption had been wrong.

And that look in the boy's eyes...that was new. And, as a result, intriguing. If there was anything the Mastermind lacked, it was the common sense to recognize and acknowledge dangerous courses of action(Ouka proved that, and the bruises had taken weeks to go away). He'd spent so much time with Schwarz, being virtually untouchable, that he'd almost forgotten the meaning of fear, or consequences. The hunger in Omi's eyes was thus something to investigate rather than be wary of.

Besides, of all the members of Weiss, Omi had always presented the least threat to him. Why should that have changed?

"I'd have expected you to be happier to see me," Schuldig replied with a smirk. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

[freesiaofblood]

"Not long enough, Schwarz." He was hungry, yes, but hunting this prey could prove to be more work than he was willing to put out. That, and, well... there was plenty of other food down below, if he chose to have a meal.

Omi looked him down. They'd fought before, of course, and the older man had gotten the better of him. With his new reflexes and strength... it would be a much different outcome.