Only For You
By: Ionia Metallium-Greywers
A/N: This is a yaoi fic-in-progress that I'm writing for my friend, Wintyr. It's a NagixOmi fic. Yaoi in later chapters. And I'm sorry, minna! Everyone who reviewed before, please review again! *glares at FanFiction.Net and their stupid NC-17 rule*
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz, or the characters within. Yeah, I'm just as poor as I seem. So don't sue me!
Warning: This is yaoi. Guy/Guy relationships. So if this is not your thing, LEAVE. Otherwise, enjoy! ^^
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Omi hurried down the street teeming with people who seemed to be in their own worlds. This was the third time he had been bumped into by a careless passerby, and he was getting tired of it. As nice as he was, it was beginning to grate on his nerves. But he, himself, was in his own little world. He had no place in particular he wanted to go, he just wanted to get away from the shop. Away from the hectic schedule and drooling fangirls, and have some time for himself.
A clap of thunder roared in the sky. Several people jumped, startled from their reveree, then continued walking, although more wary. Omi hurried on, destination unknown, but wanting to find shelter before the thunder got closer.
Omi ducked through crowds of people in fancy business suits opening their umbrellas because of the slightest drop of rain. One of the wet assailants hit his nose, and he rubbed absently at it. Soon, he spotted the place he was looking for, a small internet cafe he often spent afternoons at.
"Ah, konnichi wa, Tsukiyono-san!" a waitress greeted, smiling cheerfully. "It's been a long time since you've visited!"
Omi feigned cheeriness. "Hai, sore wa hontou. I've just been...well, busy lately."
"Na, daijoubu." The waitress waved a hand impatiently. "Take your usual computer. I'll bring you your usual coffee."
Omi sighed, and looked at his normal computer. The cheery wallpaper of violets and gentians brought his thoughts back to the flower shop. Back to his home. Back to all those drooling fangirls.
He shuddered a bit, and took his seat in front of the monitor. He'd do anything, ANYTHING to get his mind off of them.
Clicking the internet icon, he looked around. There were a few familiar faces in the cafe today. Not too many people, though. Must be the weather. He looked outside, only to find it pouring. Just like Momoe-san had predicted earlier that morning.
"Here's your coffee, Tsukiyono-san." Omi turned his head at the cheery voice of the waitress.
"A-arigatou gozaimasu." He smiled and took the coffee from her, turning back to the monitor as she walked away.
A window popped up, asking him to sign in. Omi typed in his ID and password. A cheery female voice rang through the headphones, telling him he had mail.
Omi clicked the mail icon. He looked through it and sighed. More junk mail. "Delete, delete, delete...hold on, what's this?" He stopped at an e-mail from a name he hadn't seen in almost a year. "...MayflyTK came back?" He curiously double-clicked the e-mail.
Konnichi wa, Koneko. I know I haven't contacted you since our RP group broke up almost a year ago. I've been busy with family members and such. But I was wondering, since we both live in Tokyo, do you think you would want to meet up with me sometime? I'll be on all the rest of this week, so either e-mail me back or check on the IM system. Most likely I'll be on.
I hope to hear back from you.
MayflyTK
Omi nodded to himself. He called up the IM system and ran a search. MayflyTK was signed on. "Good," he said to himself, and proceeded to IM him.
Koneko: Moshimoshi? Anyone there?
MayflyTK: Koneko! Nice to see you.
Koneko: Likewise. Hey, you said you'd like to meet up sometime, right?
MayflyTK: Right.
Koneko: Well...hey, do you want to get together sometime today? After all, it is only about noon-ish. We could get lunch together.
MayflyTK: Yeah, sure. Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?
Koneko: Well--
Omi didn't have time to reply to that, because he accidentally knocked his now-empty coffee mug over. It rolled into the computer cubicle across from him. "Oh, sumimasen. Could you get that for me, onegai?"
"Sure," a boy-ish voice responded. After a moment, a pale hand pushed it back under the cubicle wall.
Omi retrieved the coffee cup, and looked back up at the computer screen.
MayflyTK: Sorry, I have to get someone's dropped coffee cup. I'll be back in a second.
Omi paled. No. It couldn't be. No possible way it could be...
Koneko: Ne, Mayfly...what exactly do you look like again?
MayflyTK: Kind of small, pale, brown hair, brown eyes...
Koneko: Ano... are you in an internet cafe at the moment, by any chance?
MayflyTK: Hai... doushite?
Koneko: Ne, this might seem a little strange, but look into the cubicle across from you.
Omi looked up at the top of the cubicle, just in time to see someone's head poke over it. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin...yes. It WAS Mayfly. And Mayfly was the kid from Schwarz.
"K-konnichi wa, Mayfly," Omi said cheerily.
The kid looked back in awe. Koneko was the kid from Weiss.
"Konnichi wa, Koneko."
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"So, your name is Nagi?"
"Yes, that's right."
Omi smiled. "I'm Omi. Hajimemashite, Nagi-san."
Nagi's lips quirked a little. "No, you can call me Nagi-kun. Everyone else does."
Omi looked around happily. "Then you can call me Omi-kun. That's what everyone else calls me too. That or bishounen."
"Same here."
Omi grinned. He had finally found someone who understood him! After all this time, he didn't have to be alone anymore. He looked around the street they were walking down. "So, where do you want to go for lunch?"
"Oh, anywhere. It doesn't really matter. Although Crawford likes this one place called Alfred's. Schuldig's not too keen on it, though."
Omi blinked. "Crawford? Schuldig?"
Nagi sighed. "Betsu ni. Just some friends of mine."
"Gaijin friends?"
"Hai." Nagi looked around. "Oh, there's Alfred's. C'mon, let's go." He dragged Omi across the street.
If only he knew that a very familiar man with glasses was watching from nearby.
TBC
By: Ionia Metallium-Greywers
A/N: This is a yaoi fic-in-progress that I'm writing for my friend, Wintyr. It's a NagixOmi fic. Yaoi in later chapters. And I'm sorry, minna! Everyone who reviewed before, please review again! *glares at FanFiction.Net and their stupid NC-17 rule*
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz, or the characters within. Yeah, I'm just as poor as I seem. So don't sue me!
Warning: This is yaoi. Guy/Guy relationships. So if this is not your thing, LEAVE. Otherwise, enjoy! ^^
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Omi hurried down the street teeming with people who seemed to be in their own worlds. This was the third time he had been bumped into by a careless passerby, and he was getting tired of it. As nice as he was, it was beginning to grate on his nerves. But he, himself, was in his own little world. He had no place in particular he wanted to go, he just wanted to get away from the shop. Away from the hectic schedule and drooling fangirls, and have some time for himself.
A clap of thunder roared in the sky. Several people jumped, startled from their reveree, then continued walking, although more wary. Omi hurried on, destination unknown, but wanting to find shelter before the thunder got closer.
Omi ducked through crowds of people in fancy business suits opening their umbrellas because of the slightest drop of rain. One of the wet assailants hit his nose, and he rubbed absently at it. Soon, he spotted the place he was looking for, a small internet cafe he often spent afternoons at.
"Ah, konnichi wa, Tsukiyono-san!" a waitress greeted, smiling cheerfully. "It's been a long time since you've visited!"
Omi feigned cheeriness. "Hai, sore wa hontou. I've just been...well, busy lately."
"Na, daijoubu." The waitress waved a hand impatiently. "Take your usual computer. I'll bring you your usual coffee."
Omi sighed, and looked at his normal computer. The cheery wallpaper of violets and gentians brought his thoughts back to the flower shop. Back to his home. Back to all those drooling fangirls.
He shuddered a bit, and took his seat in front of the monitor. He'd do anything, ANYTHING to get his mind off of them.
Clicking the internet icon, he looked around. There were a few familiar faces in the cafe today. Not too many people, though. Must be the weather. He looked outside, only to find it pouring. Just like Momoe-san had predicted earlier that morning.
"Here's your coffee, Tsukiyono-san." Omi turned his head at the cheery voice of the waitress.
"A-arigatou gozaimasu." He smiled and took the coffee from her, turning back to the monitor as she walked away.
A window popped up, asking him to sign in. Omi typed in his ID and password. A cheery female voice rang through the headphones, telling him he had mail.
Omi clicked the mail icon. He looked through it and sighed. More junk mail. "Delete, delete, delete...hold on, what's this?" He stopped at an e-mail from a name he hadn't seen in almost a year. "...MayflyTK came back?" He curiously double-clicked the e-mail.
Konnichi wa, Koneko. I know I haven't contacted you since our RP group broke up almost a year ago. I've been busy with family members and such. But I was wondering, since we both live in Tokyo, do you think you would want to meet up with me sometime? I'll be on all the rest of this week, so either e-mail me back or check on the IM system. Most likely I'll be on.
I hope to hear back from you.
MayflyTK
Omi nodded to himself. He called up the IM system and ran a search. MayflyTK was signed on. "Good," he said to himself, and proceeded to IM him.
Koneko: Moshimoshi? Anyone there?
MayflyTK: Koneko! Nice to see you.
Koneko: Likewise. Hey, you said you'd like to meet up sometime, right?
MayflyTK: Right.
Koneko: Well...hey, do you want to get together sometime today? After all, it is only about noon-ish. We could get lunch together.
MayflyTK: Yeah, sure. Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?
Koneko: Well--
Omi didn't have time to reply to that, because he accidentally knocked his now-empty coffee mug over. It rolled into the computer cubicle across from him. "Oh, sumimasen. Could you get that for me, onegai?"
"Sure," a boy-ish voice responded. After a moment, a pale hand pushed it back under the cubicle wall.
Omi retrieved the coffee cup, and looked back up at the computer screen.
MayflyTK: Sorry, I have to get someone's dropped coffee cup. I'll be back in a second.
Omi paled. No. It couldn't be. No possible way it could be...
Koneko: Ne, Mayfly...what exactly do you look like again?
MayflyTK: Kind of small, pale, brown hair, brown eyes...
Koneko: Ano... are you in an internet cafe at the moment, by any chance?
MayflyTK: Hai... doushite?
Koneko: Ne, this might seem a little strange, but look into the cubicle across from you.
Omi looked up at the top of the cubicle, just in time to see someone's head poke over it. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin...yes. It WAS Mayfly. And Mayfly was the kid from Schwarz.
"K-konnichi wa, Mayfly," Omi said cheerily.
The kid looked back in awe. Koneko was the kid from Weiss.
"Konnichi wa, Koneko."
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"So, your name is Nagi?"
"Yes, that's right."
Omi smiled. "I'm Omi. Hajimemashite, Nagi-san."
Nagi's lips quirked a little. "No, you can call me Nagi-kun. Everyone else does."
Omi looked around happily. "Then you can call me Omi-kun. That's what everyone else calls me too. That or bishounen."
"Same here."
Omi grinned. He had finally found someone who understood him! After all this time, he didn't have to be alone anymore. He looked around the street they were walking down. "So, where do you want to go for lunch?"
"Oh, anywhere. It doesn't really matter. Although Crawford likes this one place called Alfred's. Schuldig's not too keen on it, though."
Omi blinked. "Crawford? Schuldig?"
Nagi sighed. "Betsu ni. Just some friends of mine."
"Gaijin friends?"
"Hai." Nagi looked around. "Oh, there's Alfred's. C'mon, let's go." He dragged Omi across the street.
If only he knew that a very familiar man with glasses was watching from nearby.
TBC