A/N: Shit Happens

Where had he seen those onyx eyes at? They looked so familiar, along with that jet black hair, that slim tall figure and that aura. The aura that wanted him to walk over and talk with the taller man. The man who always seemed to stand outside of that one store, his eyes always scanning the area and trying to find...something. Something he didn't know, and the slim man himself didn't even seem like he knew.

His red-brown hair fell in front of his green eyes, as he stared at the tall man again that day. He frowned at himself. Why was that man so important to him? He didn't even know the man!

"Urgh!" He muttered out irritatedly at himself, turning on his heel. This was beginning to get annoying to the shorter man. His green eyes were holding said irritation as he walked off back to his store that he was to be working in soon enough. A small child playing beside him had looked over and smiled sweetly, her teal eyes shining before she went off at the call of her mother, who was walking beside a purple haired man and holding his hand. She looked to her daughter, and back at him before showing a look of knowing in her eyes, as if she'd seen him before.

"Bye funny man!" The little girl smiled and waved before being scolded by her mother while her father simply laughed, getting him a large unsightly bump on the top of his head. The little girl laughed before her father picked her up and sat her on his shoulder and they began moving away again, the man sighing as his wife told him not to give her something fun like riding on his shoulder when she had just scolded her.

The red-brown haired man smiled softly at the bickering family, though he could tell that they loved each other, considering the purple haired man just pulled his wife up and kissed her before laughing and running off with their daughter while she stayed shocked for a moment.

"Dammit Noda! Get back here!" The woman cried out.

"You'll have to catch me first, Yurippe!" He called back, running away from her faster.

The names hit a soft spot on him and he nearly wanted to cry out 'wait for me!' and run to them, asking them if they knew each other. But he didn't. It'd be much too awkward, and he wasn't in the mood for that; though he did stand there for a moment and watch the three of them until they were finally out of his sight. He turned his head, eyes lowered to the ground, though he felt someone staring at him.

He moved his head up, eyes locking with those onyx ones, and he flushed. They were tempting him; telling him to come over and find out why he looked so familiar, but he turned his head away quickly, maybe too quickly. He glanced up for a moment and noticed the onyx eyes were sad, if only for a split second before turning away again.

Dammit, now he made things even more awkward. Not only did he watch him nearly everyday, wanting to go talk to him, he had just made the worst eye contact ever.

For the second time that day, he turned on his heel and quickly jogged off to his job, knowing that he had to be there soon or else he'd be fired, and that didn't set well in the pit of his stomach. He looked at the black haired man again before walking into the store that was nearly across from where he was standing and loitering around at.

"Oyama!" A large tan man with dark brown hair called out, smiling widely and patting his hand hard onto the smaller man's back, forcing his body to move forward quite quickly.

"Matsushita!" He cried out, standing up and rubbing his back in pain. "Why'd you have to go and do that?!" Matsushita smiled happily and laughed a heartily laugh before nodding over to the counter that was glass and filled with different ammunition and handguns that were on display.

Oyama walked behind the counter, marveling at the beauty of all the weapons, ranging from Snipers to Assault Rifles to the Gatling Gun that hung up just for decoration and the oogling that Oyama and Matsushita gave it every time they walked into their work. He smiled and caressed the Gatling Gun, sighing at how good the cold metal felt on his hands.

"Oyama, stop oogling my boy, I need you to get to work." His boss said, coming out of the back room and laughing at the young man who was still slightly out of it, but held a sad expression at being told to go to work and not touch his lovely friend.

"Alright," He sighed out, removing his hand from the weapon and putting on his usual name tag that said his name; hence why it's called a name tag. He faced the counter right ways and looked out of the window, considering that no one was coming in yet, as they had just opened, and no one is going to go to a weapon's shop at nine in the morning.

Oyama felt someone staring at him through the glass and glanced over, noticing the onyx eyes staring straight at him, always at him, no one else. He felt his cheeks light up slightly, and he kept the stare going this time. A smile graced the tall man's lips and he stood up straight, his back leaning against the wall that he was occupying fully. He looked away for a moment, checking the streets before walking across and jogging to the front of the entrance to the weapon's shop. Oyama nearly gapped, though he tried his best to keep his composure, standing ready for the tall man that looked way too familiar to him.

The bell rang out in the silence, knocking Matsushita out of his thoughts and looking over to the man that had walked through the doors and up to Oyama, their eyes never stopping from staring at each other. Matsushita gave Oyama a confused stare, but decided not to care as he went about his business cleaning the handguns that were beginning to get dusty.

"You know, it's not really polite to stare at me every morning and never come to say hi." The tall man stated, smiling at how Oyama quickly stood erect, his face flushing from embarrassment. The black haired man laughed out and leaned on the weapon's case, his skin hitting the cold of the glass, and he moved his face down, glancing at the name tag. "Oyama, huh?" He said, moving his hand up and leaning his face on his hand. "You know, that name rings a bell. I wonder if Noda or Yurippe would remember it."

Oyama once again felt something hit his soft spot at the names and he jumped up slightly. The taller man noticed this and looked toward the young man again, his eyes looking quizzical.

"Something up?" He asked, standing up again before looking around the weapon's shop and checking out the melee along with ranged weapons in the store.

"Those names..." He began. "They sound so familiar, but I can't figure out why..." He muttered the rest to himself, though the other man smiled at him.

"Well," He glanced at the name tag. "Oyama, I guess I can introduce you to them, they are basically my family." He laughed at Oyama's reaction, his mouth open and in shock while he looked at the black haired man.

"A-anyways," Oyama began, his cheeks flushed as he looked away. "What's your name? You've always piqued my interest just out there...standing and looking around at...nothing."

The black haired man smiled. "Well, I was always waiting for you to come over to me and talk to me, since you always enjoy staring at me for a good ten minutes before running into here before you're late and get fired." He laughed again as he watched Oyama get flustered again, though more this time.

"That's not true!" The smaller man cried out, hiding his face with his arms as he turned from the taller man. "I do not stand and stare at you for ten minutes before running in here, it's more like a few minutes-" Oyama flushed deeper as he looked at the tall man who had an eyebrow raised and his eyes held amusement.

"Sure, sure." He spoke, his eyes never stopping from laughing at the embarrassed boy who was looking over to Matsushita who simply shrugged at what he should do next. "Fujimaki."

Oyama and Matsushita stopped staring at each other and looked over to the man.

"Fujimaki?" Oyama began. "What's that?" The man laughed out loud at the confused boy who was beginning to get red in the face from slight irritation.

"Fujimaki is my name." He said, his laughter falling from the room and he smiled, leaning on the glass again. Oyama just nodded and looked away, embarrassed that he didn't figure that out soon enough.

"Sorry..." He muttered out while Matsushita laughed in the background and Oyama glared in his direction. "Oh shut up." He muttered out.

"Anyways," Fujimaki began, his onyx eyes meeting green again before he reached over and patted the boy on the head. "I'll meet up with you tomarrow at your apartment building and then we'll talk more about why we somehow know each other."

"How do you know where I live?!" Oyama asked quickly, watching Fujimaki walk away to the door. He laughed again, turning back and winking at the young man.

"Maybe I stalk you?" He opened the doors, letting the bell ring again before looking back in and smiling at Oyama who was a mix between confusion and more embarrassment. "Nah, I live down the street and I've seen you walk into you house before while I was out in my yard with my pet raccoon, Kaname." He chuckled at Oyama's face when he had said 'pet raccoon'. "Don't worry, she's safe. Anyways, I'll see you tomarrow, be ready for me." He winked again and blew a kiss to Oyama before leaving for good that day.

Oyama's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red and he looked over to Matsushita. "What was that about?" He asked to no one.

"I don't know, but I think he wants to get to know you better by the way he was pretty much flirting with you." Matsushita laughed at Oyama and put the guns back in their respectful places. "Better get to work, Oyama. Stop dreaming of tall dark and handsome." He laughed again as Oyama pouted and slammed his head against the wall.

"Don't tease me, Matsushita!" He cried out, as his boss walked out of his office and gave Oyama an awkward glance. Matsushita waved him off and came to stand beside Oyama after placing the guns where they belonged.

"Oh come now, Oyama." He smiled widely and patted on his back before smiling softly. "We all know that you've got a thing for tall dark and handsome, just get over that fact, and accept it."

Oyama once again slammed his head onto the wall.

Chapter One is done. This is going to be a Fujimaki/Oyama story, so I hope you guys like it. I know there isn't much Fujimaki/Oyama, but hey, take this. Dangerous to go alone, it is. Please enjoy c: No flames ^^

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