"Dear Omi"
Dear Omi...
He watched as the blue-eyed boy bounced energetically downstairs. With a flash of a huge smile and a pleasant "Good morning!" the boy flew past him and out the door on his way to the last day of school.
I've missed you since you've been gone.
Calling out a little, he followed after the blue-eyed teen.
"Oi! Omi!"
"Hm?" Omi paused, blinking over his shoulder as he dropped his skateboard to the ground.
I've missed seeing your smile, hearing your laugh...
"Your school called earlier this morning... There isn't school today."
"Eh?" he blinked, surprised. "You were up before me?"
He laughed sheepishly. "Aya left a note..."
"Ah, you scared me, Ken-kun..." Omi laughed, too.
I was thinking about you the other day... I think about you every day.
"Sorry," he smiled a bit, ruffling the blonde's hair.
"Did they say why the last day of school has been postponed? I was looking forward to the end," he pouted, good-naturedly.
"Dunno," Ken shrugged. "Aya said something about a flood."
"Ah, that's too bad," Omi wrinkled his nose a little, picking up his skateboard again and heading back inside. "Oh well, we can spend some time together then, right?"
I was thinking about how badly we left off; I really didn't mean to get so worked up...
"Of course," he smiled. "We don't work today anyways."
"What should we do, then?" Omi asked, dropping his school bag into one of the kitchen chairs.
"We could go for a walk?"
"Where?"
"The park?" he suggested, unsure.
"Great! We could have a picnic!" the younger teen seemed greatly pleased by the idea.
I had meant to tell you some other way... to break it to you in a different manner...
"Perfect! I'll make lunch if you gather the blankets," Ken suggested, smiling in response to the younger teen's infectious smile.
"I'll get right on that," he smiled even more, slinging his bag over his shoulder again, before heading back upstairs.
Ken set about making sandwiches, cheerfully thinking of what else they could do with their day off.
But ultimately... It all came back to my quick temper, to my inability to control my emotions.
Later, as they bounced down the road, Omi smiled. School neared its end and it was a beautiful summer day; he was looking forward to spending time with the older teen.
They set up their blankets in a clearing near the fountain. The blanket was in complete sunlight, keeping both boys comfortably warm.
I had mixed feelings when I heard that you were planning to visit... Primarily sadness.
Chatting amiably both boys wasted away the morning before falling silent as they began their lunch. Small children played in the water nearby and a pair of teenage boys were throwing a football back and forth to one another a short distance away.
"Hey, Ken-kun?" Omi asked suddenly.
I know you may still be angry with me but... I'm hoping that you may be able to forgive me.
"Yeah?" he blinked at the blonde, hand in the picnic basket in search of a cookie.
"...Nevermind," the boy sighed, biting at his sandwich.
Watching him for a moment, Ken cocked his head to one side, curiously as he drew out a cookie of some random flavor that he wasn't interested in figuring out. "I thought you had something to say..."
"No, I forgot," Omi laughed, sheepishly.
You forgave me for murder, for insanity, for an unquenchable thirst for blood...
"Omi, don't lie to me," Ken frowned.
"I... I just wondered... What's going to happen to us? I mean," he hastened to explain in an attempt to remove Ken's confusion, "how long are we going to be like this before we stop enjoying the little things?"
"Will we ever?" Ken blinked a bit.
"...Yohji-kun's already started to change, he's becoming so... jaded. Aya-kun has been more closed off than ever and..." Omi paused a moment, then continued. "...You do it too, sometimes. Just... stop caring about how beautiful the day is, how nice the flowers look..."
You forgave my stupidity, my idle curiousity, my longing for something we didn't deserve...
"I don't want to be jaded," Omi sighed, raising his eyes to gaze at the sky. "I hope I die before that happens."
Ken frowned deeply, grabbing Omi roughly by the shoulders to make him look. "Don't say that, there are good things to look forward to!"
Blinking at Ken, Omi's forlorn expression didn't change. His voice, a complete monotone, became more listless than it had been a moment before. "Like what?"
"Like family!" Ken cursed inwardly immediately after he had said that, watching the hard expression on Omi's face.
"Family?" he questioned, voice dark, icey.
"...Like... love..." he tried again.
And even if you hated me still, for all those things...
"Who could love me?" Omi asked, eyes misting over. "A killer..."
"I could!" Ken cried out, finally, frustrated.
As Omi stared at him, Ken hit his forhead with the palm of his hand. This most certainly was not how he had intended to make that confession.
"Someone like you... could love you," he sighed, releasing Omi's shoulders.
Omi stood and turned away then, watching the fountain. "You and I... are nothing alike," he stated, then walked away, hair blowing gently to the left as a warm gust of summer wind blew through the park.
I wish you could forgive me... for loving you.
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Owari
AN: Where did Omi go, you ask? I'll explain.
I mentioned it being his last day of school to show how near to severed his ties to the area were. As for where he went, he headed off to University in my mind which I suppose makes the story somewhat AU, doesn't it? Hm. As for the skateboard of Omi's, used in the beginning, it really does exsist. The manga introduces us to it.
The reason I've posted so much recently people might have noticed... isn't because I've become inspired suddenly, incase you were wondering. It's actually 'cause the K/O area is getting lonely. Hint hint. Nudge nudge. If I can find time between homework, three appointments a week, chores, school, running a club two days a week and Ragnarok to write, why can't other writers of our fandom? I can't keep an endless supply of entertainment you know. Ok, that's a lie. I probably could if I tried really hard. But really...
