Tread Lightly (Yang)

As if Yang had needed anymore stress during the apocalypse, finding out that Omar was gone with only a note left behind certainly didn't make her feel any better.  Anytime she tried calling him, someone else answered, and it made her nervous.  She couldn't help but remember the time Puck had abducted Omar and stuck him in a church.  Was that who was behind all this?  Regardless, a dinner was scheduled to smooth things over, and Yang arrived at the address, silently praying that she wouldn't find Omar badly hurt.  This guy wasn't making a very good first impression.  Spiriting Omar away without telling anyone, not letting anyone talk to him, what was his deal?  But rather than have an angry mob of Omar's friends show up at the front door, Yang had decided to go by herself.  At least this way, she could find out what was going on and report back to everybody else.  Letting out a breath, she knocked on the front door.

Yang's eyes just narrowed in response, although her expression did soften when she finally saw Omar.  And to her relief, he seemed alright.  She gave him a quick hug as she said "It's nice to see you.  Someone else has been answering your phone."  She shot the man a look, who apparently was named Korso, although he seemed to prefer a nickname.  Maybe it was a fairy thing?  They could be touchy about names.  She wondered exactly what a fey lawyer did, but that was probably a question saved for later.  She entered the mansion, looking around.  It was certainly as fancy as Adrien's, maybe even more-so.  But unlike her boyfriend's, she didn't feel much warmth or comfort.  This whole situation just seemed fishy to her, and she didn't want Omar getting hurt again.  When Puck had taken him, she hadn't been able to do anything.  She refused to let that happen a second time.    

Yang glanced at Davie for a moment.  So, that was his real name, huh?  Good to know.  Although the way he looked at her made her hand wrap around her prosthetic, a nervous habit she'd developed ever since she'd lost her right arm.  "Yeah.  The end of the world certainly upped the 'interesting' factor," she replied.  "What were you guys up to, during the whole thing?"  So far, it looked like Omar hadn't gotten hurt.  But that begged the question: What else had Davie been doing with him since he'd brought him here?  Obviously, they knew each other.  Omar's permanent invite to this placed proved that much.  But then what did that make them?  Friends?  Acquaintances?  Past enemies?  Yang wanted to know.    

Yang felt her hand curled into a fist.  If Davie thought of Omar as little more than a "servant" then he certainly wasn't improving her opinion of him.  She remembered her conversation with Omar after Puck had hurt him, and how he'd talked about being bound to the courts ever since a fey saved his life.  Yang had gotten angry at the idea of her father figure being owned by someone, but Omar had claimed to have gotten used to it.  And so far, neither of them knew exactly how to break his chains anyway.  Was that who this Davie guy was?  Part of the fairy court that Omar was bound to?  "Sometimes, the most dangerous courses of action are also the most direct," she replied as she sat down next to Omar.  "And in some situations, that's what you need."  She patted her prosthetic arm, almost as if to emphasize the point.  She was quiet for a moment before asking her next question.  "So, what's the plan now?  The apocalypse is over.  Omar's got quite a few people who'd love to have him back, myself included."

"Ramifications can be dealt with," Yang retorted.  "Call it a benefit of my human side.  We tend to be a resilient lot."  Before the conversation could go into a full-scale argument though, she felt Omar's hand on her arm.  She knew enough what that meant.  It was his silent way of telling her to cut the crap before a fight broke out.  It was a gesture she'd received from him more than once since they'd known each other.  Back then, she'd been a little less inclined to listen, confident enough in her own skills to bash her way through any fight she got into.  But who knew if a fight would do any good now.  She didn't know Davie at all.  And who knew if Omar would suffer any consequences.  She could deal with the ramifications of her own actions, but she didn't want anyone else to deal with them.  The next few comments though made her grit her teeth.  Not only did Davie want to keep Omar here, it turned out he was the very fey that had saved Omar's life ages ago.  Aka, he was part of the court that owned Omar.  Hell, maybe he owned Omar himself.  Who knew?  However, the buzzer went off, cutting through the tension and offering a way for Omar and Yang to leave the room for a moment.  "Sure," she replied, her tone tense as she stood up.  If they could get far away enough from Davie, maybe Yang could ask Omar a few questions about all this.  Did David own Omar personally?  How strong was he?  Did he knew Puck?  Was an escape attempt possible right now?

Yang was silent as she followed Omar to the back of the house.  Although she did note the windows and doors they passed.  Could she just break one and then she and Omar jump out or something?  Could they make a break for the front door?  Her mind whirled with escape ideas, but once they were alone, Omar addressed some of the earlier questions on her mind.  Not only was Davie Omar's owner, he was a past lover as well.  Was Omar cursed to have complicated romances or something?  First there was Davie, who was a complete asshole in Yang's eyes.  Then there was Cindy, who had been killed.  And now his love for Aqua was forbidden and came with all sorts of trouble.  Couldn't the universe cut him a break or something?  "Davie's a bastard.  I don't like him," she spat.  "And I don't like the way he talks about you.  You're not a servant or a pet he can just keep around for his amusement."  She paused for a moment before asking "Could you actually leave, if you tried?  Or is it, like, physically impossible?"  Maybe if she tried to get Omar out the front door, a magical barrier would stop him.  Or it would cause him pain to go through.  If Davie had something like that in place, then an escape attempt wouldn't be possible right now, as loathe as Yang would like to admit it.  

So, just leaving wasn't an option.  Yang swallowed back any disappointment she was feeling.  She hated returning to Omar's friends and family empty-handed.  They were probably as worried about him as she was, maybe even more so.  "You may be used to it, but I'm not.  And I never will be," she declared.  "What if he decides to hurt you or something?  I can't just leave you here with that kind of risk."  She paused for a moment before adding "I wasn't able to do anything when Puck stuck you in that church.  I don't want to be useless again."  Leaving Omar here felt like throwing him to the wolves.  How could she face Jane and Namine if she did that?  Or Aqua?  He mentioned that Davie would probably let him out, with someone watching him, but that didn't make Yang feel any better.  Some foods were stuck with the label "fey only" and Yang wondered if those were Omar or Davie's idea.  Would Davie had cared too much if she tripped out over fey food?