Omi removed his apron before gazing at the empty chair with worry. "Youji-kun still isn't home. Do you think we should look for him?" Hungry as he was, he would feel so guilty eating without Youji there.
Ran bit back a sigh. He gave the boy an empty glare before digging in to his food. His only acknowledgment of Omi speaking was a hum. It was all he could do not to shake his head. Omi was too old to be so naive, yet he did not feel it his place to explain things.
Omi slid a few noodles across the plate with his fork. Why did his teammates never take him or his sincere worry seriously? He only held his troubled gaze for a few seconds before he dropped his fork. "I should at least try to contact him."
Ken made a quick maneuver to block his path, holding his hands in front of him. "You don't need to do that, come on. It's still early; you know, I think he said something about having a date earlier. You don't want to interrupt that..."
Omi gaped, his hand pressing against his chest. "Ken-kun, you're right, I hadn't thought about that. That would have been so unfair of me."
Ken hated to see the little guy so dismayed. Patting Omi's head, he said, "Don't sweat it, you didn't do anything. Now let's eat."
Omi smiled some and nodded before making his way back to the table. He felt much better after Ken's reassurance.
Ran and Ken shared a fleeting glance.
Elsewhere, Youji pulled away from heated red lips. When his hand came out from his jacket pocket, he held three square, wrapped items in the gaps between his fingers. "What's your type?"
The woman chuckled, her hand gently pushing his downward. She leaned into him, wrapping one arm around his neck, and nearly kissed his ear. "We don't need things like that." Her hands moved to the zipper of his pants. "Trust me."
Normally, Youji considered himself a fairly careful person, even with woman; he knew how badly they could burn him. However, his smirk was the only affirmation that needed to be mentioned.
It had taken a while, but Ken had eventually convinced Omi to get some sleep. He flashed Ran a glare. "Thanks for the help, Aya."
Ran did not answer. He waited until the room was clear to retire to his. As he laid on his side, looking at the wall in the dark, he felt a presence. He closed his eyes. "Devin."
It wasn't what Ran had anticipated. A few gazes caught from across the bar, a passing smile. As could be expected, Devin was the one that came to him. However, the fact that he hadn't told the man off said a lot in itself, surprising even him.
Remembering himself, Ran had yet to turn towards the figure sitting on his bed. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you, Aya. You've been busy." Devin picked up one of Ran's hands, and pulled him in for a kiss which wasn't objected to. Words were lost to them until Devil tugged at the hem of Ran's sweater.
Ran leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "This isn't the place to become amorous, Devin."
"What would your roommates care? They're sleeping anyway." He merely smiled at the icy glare that glowed even in the dark. "Besides, I know you were thinking of me." He pulled Ran into his arms, diving towards the lips of his lover-until said lover pulled back.
"Very well, but take off that stupid ski mask." After a pause, blue eyes softened. "And don't call me Aya, call me Ran..."
The ski mask fell to the floor, forgotten. "Ran," Devin muttered in a husky voice, going in for the kiss-and scoring.
TheNextMorningAtTheFlowerShop
Youji was greeted with a claw two inches from his face. "Oi oi, don't flaunt that thing. You're gonna scare off the fans."
"Don't be an idiot." Ken spat, allowing his hand to drop to his side. "You made Omi worry last night and all morning. We can't cover for you forever."
"Thanks, pal," Youji said with a deep chuckle, patting Ken's shoulder. Youji took note of the unusual amount of wear on Ken's face. "Something else up your ass or did I miss some excitement?"
Ken scoffed, turning away. "You didn't miss anything... Nothing happened."
Youji sighed aloud. Ken was a terrible liar, however, he was not going to pry unless he needed to. His cigarette almost fell from his mouth when a certain someone jumped into his arms.
"Youji-kun, we missed you!" was what Youji thought he heard from the words muffled in his chest.
Youji laughed. "I missed you too."
Omi clung tight, too tightly to be forced off. He didn't want to look like a crybaby or a paranoid person, but for whatever reason, he'd had a feeling he couldn't describe the night before. Now that everyone of Weiss was together, he could stop worrying for a little while.
Even so, things were about to change in the last way any of them could have expected.