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Omi headed upstairs to his room being as quiet as he could. He still wasn't sure if Mamoru was awake or not. When he entered his room however he found Mamoru was awake, even though he was still laying on the bed. He was flipping through a book that Omi realized was the home work that he'd never gotten to.
"Morning." Omi said catching Mamoru's attention. Mamoru however didn't look up from the book as he turned another page.
"Morning." He responded. "So is this really all they teach in school?" Mamoru asked turning back to the previous page. "Looks like I haven't been missing much." Sighing Mamoru closed the book and sat up on the bed looking at Omi. Omi was watching him with a slightly curious expression on his face.
"What?" Mamoru asked after a few moments of silence. Omi shook his head closing the door and letting out a small sigh realizing that he'd been doing that a lot lately.
"Yohji-kun and Aya-kun can't take you home till later tonight." Omi started not really sure where he was going to be going with this conversation.
"That's alright. I can head home on my own. I don't need an escort." Mamoru said moving to get off the bed.
"Wait!" The word came out sounding more like a yelp but it did the job and stopped Mamoru from getting up. "Anou...you could just stay here...for the day. Maybe we could talk some more?" Omi suggested, even though he knew that would be slightly impossible due to the fact he needed to help the others plan out the mission, and when it was going to take place.
"Why bother? You don't remember me, and you obviously don't want to-"
"That's not it at all! I do want to remember you! It's just....I don't know if I want to remember anything else." Omi sat down in his computer chair pulling his feet up onto the chair so he could rest his chin on his knees. "I've been living here for years and...I've never had much need to remember who I was before. But...last year things happened, and I started getting flashes of things that happened."
"Like what?" Mamoru asked his voice held no attitude like it had the day before. Though there was a slight tremmer to it as if he were scared of something.
"The kidnapping mostly...I don't remember their faces, but I remember father refused to pay...but everything else about that time is still fuzzy. And...I ran into Hirofumi once when I was invited to a party. I think I might have been lucky that time because Reiji was also there."
"Rei....you mean father." Mamoru corrected him but closed his mouth when he saw the look of pure hatred that crossed Omi's face.
"He is not my father. It's because of him I'm glad I don't remember anything else from my past. One of the scarriest times of my life that I can remember is when I thought I was a real Takatori."
"But...you are a Takatori."
"My name is Tsukiyono Omi. All my legal records show that now. Not to mention there is no record of an Omi Takatori." Omi said. Mamoru frowned at him and Omi could tell if he didn't steer this conversation in a slightly diffeant direction it would probably end up in a fight. And that was something neither of them needed right now.
"Like I was saying. I saw Hirofumi. And I remembered a few more things....it was after that that I started having weird dreams. I never had them often...but recently...I think I've had one every night....and last night......" Omi trailed off closing his eyes trying to recall everything about the dream he could remember. It was surprising how well he could still see it when he closed his eyes.
"...we were young...I think only about five maybe...we were hiding in Reiji's office, playing hide and seek or something...and we-"
"Wound up stuck in the closet all day because father came home early." Mamoru cut Omi off and finished for him. Omi's eyes snapped open and he stared at Mamoru with wide eyes. He opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Mamoru slid off the bed and walked over to Omi so he was standing right in front of him. He could see the lost look in Omi's eyes and the confusion written all over his face, along with the guilt. Now that Omi knew he had a memory, one of his brother, his twin, he clung onto it forcing others to resurface as well. Though the person standing before him was obviously not the brother he would remember, he was HIS brother.
Mamoru leaned forward wrapping his arms tightly around Omi. And even though Omi was slow to respond he hugged Mamoru back just as tightly silently letting tears fall. Right now he didn't care about weiss, he didn't care that there was a mission to plan out, he didn't care that the others were down stairs probably waiting for him. He wanted this moment to at least pretend he could have a family.