Title: Kitty Cinnamon Rolls
Author: Kreuz Swords
Rating: PG-13 with guys umm errr, kissing each other O.o
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß. But, I am noo Yuki Eiri in writing romance T-T
Note: If by some chance you read my old Weiß fic, count this fic as an AU and not related story lines
In the waking hours as the sun was brightening up the sky. A young man with a childish build was busy in the kitchen connected to a flower shop. Omi was searching for breakfast in the refrigerator. He was slightly leaning on the refrigerator's open door bending over while his free hand moved food items here in there.
"There it is! I knew we had a cinnamon rolls left to bake." Omi pulled out a sealed cylinder of easy bake cinnamon rolls and closed the refrigerator door. He scratched the side of his head and glanced at the cooking directions.
"Set oven to 400 and place rolls in a baking pan with the sides touching. Bake for 12 minutes. Do not oven bake." The youth turned on the oven and twisted open the cylinder and set rolls in a baking pan. The strong aroma of cinnamon sprang out. While he waited for the oven to heat up, Omi started the coffee maker and placed a kettle of water on the stove to boil for the friends he lived with to use.
When the oven was ready, he pushed in the pan of cinnamon rolls to cook and sets baking timer on. The youth left the kitchen to check his e-mail as he waited.
***
A slender red headed man slept on a simple, dark sheeted bed in a shadowy room. Suddenly, Aya startled awake silently. His lavender eyes darted around his room and calmed when full conciseness came to him. Aya took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He got up stiffly wearing a black nightshirt and opened his closet. He pulled out his flower shop clothes and tossed them on his bed. Aya started to unbutton his shirt when he heard the familiar groggy footfalls of two other young men walking down the hallway to the stairs. The red head covered himself up thinking he had left his door open, which he found out that the door was indeed closed. He heard a mellow voice complain about being up early. Aya continued to dress for the day.
***
Omi had the cinnamon rolls out cooling with sweet icing glazed over them and turned down the heat to the kettle.
"Morning little squirt." A tall lanky man poured a cup a coffee near Omi. Yohji took a sip and flopped into a chair at the table.
"Good morning Omi-kun! Ooo, you made cinnamon rolls. Ken snatched and stuffed one in his mouth. "These are soo heavenly sweet." The soccer fiend nabbed another roll.
"Good morning. Ken-kun! Leave the hot rolls alone! You'll burn your tongue" Omi swatted at Ken as he stuffed another whole roll in his mouth.
Ken laughed at Omi's frown and made some tea for himself. He joined Yohji at the table.
A minute later, Omi placed some cinnamon rolls on a plate and put them in front of Yohji.
"Thanks mom. You're a great cook. Can you give me breakfast in bed next time." Yohji smirked and drank some more coffee and took a roll away.
"Don't call me mom, Yohji-kun."
"Breakfast in bed! I had to pound on the door to wake this lazy bum up!"
"Ken, you know I am not a morning person! Having the early shift or not. I can't get up naturally in the morning."
"Did you see if Aya-kun was awake?" said Omi to break up their grumpy complaints.
"I didn't see him." Ken held onto his cup of tea in thought.
"The door to our fearless leader was still closed."
"I hope he is still sleeping. Aya-kun has been more of a night owl than Yohji-kun lately. The other day, I think I caught him staring off into space," worried Omi.
"Whaa... Our cold as steel Aya was daydreaming?" Yohji pulled out a cigarette and held it between his lips. "The end of the world must be near that Aya has a wild night life now." The lanky man removed the cigarette from his mouth and took the last gulp of his coffee.
"Just peachy, another Yohji in the making." Ken rolled his eyes.
"You two don't tease Aya-kun that way. It will only make him feel more stress out that we noticed a fault in his behavior."
"Okay, but if he gets worse, we have to bring it out to discuss as a group." The green-eyed man took another cinnamon roll and stood up. He lazily ambled out of the kitchen to smoke outside.
"I wonder what a real grumpy and over tired Aya-kun will act like. Will he be vocal or physical?"
"Ken-kunn...!"
"All right, I will stop it. We had more missions anyway recently, and he probably overworked himself. Nothing to really worry about." Ken jumped up and grabbed a few more rolls.
"Ken-kunn, leave some for Aya-kun and me!"
"You know he doesn't eat the sweet stuff you make." The athletic youth wolfed down a roll.
"I know, but I feel guilty if I don't leave something for him to eat."
"Do as you wish. Well, I'll open up the shop with Yohji." Ken started to casually walk out of the kitchen.
"I better check to make sure if our cats were naughty last night and broke some pots in the shop again."
"See you in a bit then Omi-kun." Ken waved to Omi behind him.
Omi quickly ate a roll and put a few on a plate to take with him into the shop.
***
Aya slowly went down the stairs. He slightly favored a sprained leg muscle as he stepped down. He had twisted his leg in last night's mission, which Aya did not mention the unimportant injury to the others, and it had turned sore while he was asleep. His eyes squinted at the sight of the bright sunlight shining through the kitchen window as he turned the corner. Aya rubbed his eyes to wake up more and felt a slight headache appearing. He opened a kitchen cupboard and took out a dark green bowl. The lavender eyed young man slid open a drawer and discovered he had no miso soup there and had forgotten to get some the day before.
Aya checked the refrigerator for something he could stomach. He found some food that had gone bad and removed them to be disposed of into the trash with displeasure. Aya did not find anything eatable to his liking. He closed the refrigerator with a slight snort. The fair skinned young man returned his bowl to the cupboard and took out a blue ceramic mug.
"At least I have some of my green tea left to drink." Aya used the last of the hot water in the kettle and sat down at table to mix his tea. His gaze wandered around the empty kitchen and back to the table. Aya noticed a plate with two cinnamon rolls.
"Must be one of Omi's food offerings for the day." Aya stared the rolls with his lavender eyes for few a minutes. "I guess it will not hurt me to try to eat one for the first time." He took a roll with a slender hand. The red head sniffed the cinnamon and criticized the sticky icing. His hunger made him take a bite in the end.
The pure sweetness of the cinnamon roll exploded flavor into his mouth. Aya's sense of taste was shocked with luscious pleasure. He slowly consumed the roll with half closed eyes. The red head snatched up the other roll and savored the sweet flavor even more with little bites. When the cinnamon roll was gone, he fully licked his lips and sucked on his fingers for all traces of the delectable residue.
Aya came back to reality and chastised himself for showing emotional passion for a food item. His lavender eyes glared at he empty plate.
"Oh Aya-kun, I didn't know you really like to eat cinnamon rolls" Omi was standing with a happy surprised expression in the kitchen's entrance way to the shop. He had not disturbed Aya enjoying his meal with a bit of fascination of watching Aya erotically eating a cinnamon roll. "I am glad you liked the ones I made." Omi moved over to the stove.
Aya jumped up from his seat and whirled around to face Omi. He was mortified that someone had seen him doing something very unlike himself.
Omi ignored the red head's startled reaction and put his half eaten roll in his mouth as he put more water in the kettle to boil.
Aya was staring at Omi with a hungry predatory gaze when the youth turned around to him.
Omi pulled out the roll, "Is there something wrong Aya-kun?"
"No..."
The youth shrugged his shoulders and placed the roll back in his mouth. He started chewing on it when suddenly Aya rushed toward him.
The katana owning assassin grabbed his younger teammate's thin upper arms and planted his mouth over Omi's lips.
Omi stood like a stunned rock in shock as Aya delicately nibbled at the cinnamon roll. Aya went on with his slender tongue darting into youth's mouth and sucked on the lips for the sweet taste of the cinnamon. The lavender eyed assassin's graceful frame rubbed against his teammate's body gently. When Aya was sure he had licked Omi's mouth clean, he took hold of Omi's hands and tenderly sucked and licked them clean.
Omi unfocussed eyes blinked clear. His body tingled with a sensation he could not recognize. He saw Aya passionately licking his hands in same erotic manner he saw earlier and tried to speak. "Uhh...umm... Aya-kun..." whispered the youth.
Aya looked at Omi with large deep lavender eyes with a dreamy glazed cast to them. He still held on to Omi's hands by the wrists.
"Aya-kun... May I have my hands back..." and Omi gulped. "Please?"
Aya tilted his head and stared at the unsure youth. A side strand of red hair caressed across his pale cheek, and light glinted off his long, gold earring. Aya slowly moved his elegant face toward Omi's as to give a kiss. Just inches from the blonde youth's nervous face, Aya's eyes became clearer and he realized what bizarre behavior he had preformed on his fellow teammate. His lavender eyes grew round with disbelief.
"Aya-kun... can you let go of my wrists now?" said Omi nervously.
Aya released Omi's wrists quickly and took a fast step back. He tried to apologize or give a logical reason for his actions, but his voice would not work. A gasp escaped from his mouth, and he stepped back farther away.
"Aya-kun are you okay...?" Omi tried to act calm as if Aya's insane actions did not shock him. "It is okay. You did not hurt me." added the youngest teammate when he realized Aya had a frighten expression.
"I...I... It...It did NOT HAPPEN!" Aya dashed out of the kitchen and flew up the stairs. He hid in his room and locked the door.
Omi just stood against kitchen counter near the stove with a puzzled look on his face in the direction where Aya had left.
"Hey Omi, I need your help in setting up a large order of flower arrangements." Yohji saunter into the kitchen. "Omi?" The lanky teammate crossed his arms and oddly sensed something had happen, but was not sure.
"Oh Yohji-kun, I will help you with the arrangements. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment there." Omi grinned at his tall friend.
"It's alright." and Yohji smirked. The emerald-eyed young man turned around and went back to shop.
Omi quickly cleaned up the plates and Aya's mug. He headed for the shop and stopped for moment to look back at the stairs. Omi thought of what Aya had done did not really hurt him and Aya's kiss felt kind of nice in an odd way. He decided to keep the strange event as a secret and counted it as Aya being under a lot of stress lately and lack of sleep.
"Omi, stop being a girl in making the kitchen super clean and help me with this darn flower order!"
"Coming Yohji-kun... And, I am not a girl!" complained Omi, and he jogged into the shop to Yohji.
FIN or TBC? Please Review ^-^
To the reader: This is my 1st fic in this type of genre, and I need feed back. Feel free to tell me to correct areas or suggest ideas. E-mailing me is okay too. I might continue the plot if it goes over well from here ^.^;