Obvious (1/4)

Pairings: Youji x Omi, Youji x Anonymous Male

Warnings: yaoi, angst, profanity

Note: All songs are property of Blink182. I claim them in no way and am merely using them to add emphasis in my stories. Also, I don't own Weiß.

Omi screamed as loud as he could as he sat on the floor of the florist shop. He pulled his hair, wanting desperately to pull each hair out by it's root. He wanted to die; he wanted to just fall away from his life and never return. He had always assumed that he'd get hurt, but never by Youji. He thought that Youji had loved him. He was apparently wrong.

I saw you again
I think you used me again
Should we try this before
We give up and move on

It didn't seem right to Omi, though. Youji had always treated him with gentleness and carefulness the entire time they had been together. Even when Omi had been terrified of having sex, Youji had been there for him and had been loving and gentle. The older man always swore to Omi that when they had sex, it'd be making love: and it had been.

And pretend to restore
What we have and hold on
At times like these
It's obivous

Maybe, Omi was just being stupid thinking that Youji ever could have loved him and only him. Was it stupidity for Omi to truly believe that the man who had prided himself on being a player could be faithful to him? Youji had been faithful, for an entire year. At least, Omi had never caught him in the act of cheating before. These thoughts just caused Omi to cry even more.

The teenager heard footsteps overhead of him, in the apartment. Soon after, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs hurriedly. Omi wrapped his legs around him, hoping that it wasn't Youji.

Through tear-filled, swollen eyes, Omi glared up at the person who was in front of him.

I know you fucked him again
Can you comfort yourself
With a sense of revenge

"Omi...please..." Youji started, his voice filled with a want of forgiveness as he walked slowly over to the other boy.

"Please, what, Youji?" Omi growled.

"I-I-I'm sorry..."

"You're just sorry that you fucked everything up!" Omi shouted, shooting up from his resting place. "What the fuck did I EVER do to you?! I guess it just wasn't enough that I loved you with every part of my being, was it?! Well, I hope you're happy now with your new fuck-toy."

Omi pushed past the older boy and walked out the door of the floristry.

"Please-WAIT!" Youji pleaded, following the other.

"Leave me the FUCK alone, Youji!" Omi shrieked back at him, not stopping. "I never want to see you again!"

With those words of hate, yet also of hurt, Omi took off running. Youji watched as his lover ran off, tears falling from his red eyes.

I saw you again and again

Omi's body racked with sobs as he sat on a swing in a playground. He never would've thought any one person could cry so many tears. He had cried so much, his eyes were dry, but his stomach and chest were now the one's in pain. His small frame shook with each sob that he let escape from his mouth. He felt sick; like he could vomit at any moment. He knew that how he was feeling was what it was like to have your heart broken.

There's some room to move
On, to move on, to move on
And I saw you again and again

He didn't want to think about Youji at all, but he was all the boy could think about. He could only see the image of another man with Youji.

Omi had come home that day, happier than usual. He had told Youji that he was going to run a few errands, and that he'd be home by 4:00. The shops that Omi had planned on visiting, however, had been closed, so he had to come home early. He arrived home at 2:30. He had had the idea that he and Youji could spend some quialty time together, alone.

When he opened the front door, he heard muffled sounds coming from Youji's room. He had denied that people might've been having sex in the room and convinced himself that Youji was just jerking off.

Omi had crept through the halls, not wanting to disturb his lover too badly. The door to the older man's room was slightly cracked, and Omi had peeked in. What he saw was enough to shatter his heart.

A man, probably the same age as Youji, was sprawled out on Youji's bed, with Youji screwing him. Omi had thrown open the door and shouted things he couldn't even remember saying.

Even though a look of honest regret had shone through Youji's eyes, Omi had not seen if. Even if he had, he never would've believed it at the time.

How do we fix this if we
Never have vision

Omi only knew that his heart was broken. It was broken into a million pieces, and he just wanted the pain to stop and make it so Youji had never hurt him.