Oh Dear. I seem to be up to it again. With writing that is. Haven't wrote in a while, first Weiss fic, actually. WE-EH-ELL THEN. This is just a little fic about how after Weiss disbanded, how would poor Omi feel if the only family he could remember just left him? Not very good I would think. So someone's gonna have to cheer him up! And it's Ken. DEAL WITH IT. So yeah here you go

Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss. I'm not nearly sexy enough for such a task.

" Naaai, perhaps I should just leave the frame" Omi stared at the picture in his hands while sitting on his bed; he rubbed his thumbs over the texture of the frame while contemplating leaving it behind. Weiss's last mission had been a success. Their very last mission. No more Weiss.

No more Weiss.

" Guess I'll have to, it was such a nice frame too." Omi stated to himself, trying to shake off any negative thoughts that quickly pried their way into his mind. He delicately opened the back of the frame to take the said picture with much care. The picture itself wasn't that special. Just something nice with him and the rest of Weiss working in the Koneko. Aya wouldn't smile, and Yohji was trying his best to shape his face into one. He regretted it later. Ken was sitting down in front of them looking rather happy and Omi leaning against his back, arms draped around his neck.

That was fun, wasn't it? Too bad there's no more Weiss!

Omi slid the picture into a small pocket on the front of his black messenger bag, which was already full of belongings from his room that he needed to bring with him to where he'd be staying now.

Where ever that is.

Omi's eyes followed the stitching on the very front of his bag, is a futile attempt to distract himself…. down…. right…up…ah…No more. The boy let out an exasperated sigh while letting himself fall back onto his bed starring at the ceiling. He didn't have much to do right now. Weiss was disbanded and he had absolutely no place to go. Though he had a bit of money left from his work, he could stay at a hotel and find a job. Though he didn't want to live alone. He wanted to stay with Weiss. Weiss was all he knew. Weiss was his family. And they left him.

" They...left me…they're gone…" all the bad thoughts he was trying to keep out were flooding in and he had run out of stitching to use as a runaway path from them. He could feel his lip tremble and his vision start to blur. He felt the obnoxious tickly feeling in the very back of his nose, and itching that seemed to scream at him to let these tears out. And they slowly managed to escape, forcibly. As soon as Omi felt the wetness on his cheek, he surrendered to his emotions. The caramel haired boy swiftly flipped his body over so that his face was buried as deep into his pillow as physically possible and began to sob softly. Though his sobs got much louder not soon after.

" Why does it matter! No ones here to hear me anyways! There all gone!" he screamed into his pillow, which was already near soaked with tears.

" I don't wanna be alone…I don't wanna be alone…Aya-kun….Yohji-kun….Ken-kun!" The boy's sobs grew to be even more hysterical as he cried for his old teammates, his old co-workers, his old friends.

" Omi, Did you call for me?""

Omi shot right up from his lying down position onto his knees in shock from the voice, which was followed by sharp staccato knocks. Omi couldn't recognize the voice, for it was too muffled by his sobs in the pillow at the time, but he knew it was one of his teammates. It couldn't have been Aya, if he were to even come at all wouldn't have said much at all, and Yohji wouldn't have bothered with the politeness of knocking, which meant ken was here! Half of Omi wanted to swing open the door and cling onto the man sobbing into his chest, though the other half of him didn't want to bother Ken with his own problems, and wanted to pretend to be cheerful.

" Omi...you in there? Omittchi?"

He quickly decided for the latter.

" Hai, I'm here Ken-Kun! You can come in…" he tried as hard as he ever could to steady his voice, though it was obvious how hard he was trying. He hoped Ken couldn't noticed, he also hoped Ken couldn't notice that he was crying so much, though it was probably obvious. His eyes were probably red as ever and his cheeks probably quite flush. Nonetheless he tried to wipe any evidence away with his jacket sleeve.

" Ah, Omi, I was hoping I'd find you here. I came to get some of my things and…aw, Omi! Were you crying? What's wrong, Omittchi?"

Omi didn't want to tell. He desperately tried to ignore the feelings inside of him, but Kens soft, soothing voice…He didn't want to lie to Ken, that voice drove at his nerves. He had to respond to that voice. That's when the other half of Omi kicked in.

" Ken-kun I don't wanna be alone! Don't leave me!" The boy flung his arms around the others waist while hysterically sobbing into his chest. Ken, a bit surprised by the boys sudden action jumped a little, the cursed himself for it, he really didn't want to give Omi the impression that he didn't want him there.

" Omi…c'mon Omi, let's just calm down a bit, tell me what's bothering you now?" Ken gently sat down on Omi's bed, letting the rest on his chest as his held him close there, gently rubbing his back, trying at all lengths to calm the boy down.

" …I miss Weiss, Ken-Kun, I don't want them to leave me…I don't want to be left again…" Omi's sobs had calmed a bit, but he was still crying quite a bit, sniffling between his light sobs.

'Aaah, of course.' Ken thought while holding his friend, 'Omi, not remembering his childhood, only remembering being abandoned. Raised to be a killer, stuck with Weiss. His real family left him and could care less, and we were all he had. Then, not thinking, we did the same thing his real family did. Abandoned him. Left him for dead. Oh, Omi…'

" Oh, Omi…" Ken repeated his thought aloud truly feeling for the boy. He held him even closer to his chest now. Omi nuzzled his head into the older boys chest, soft material pressed against his cheek.

" K…Ken-kun…" Omi had no idea what to say, but very much felt a nice to say something, though it made him happy inside to see his teammate smile while he calmly breathed his name. Aside from some silly tearing, the youngest Weiss member had calmed down and became quite comfortable in Kens embrace. He had removed his arms from around his friend's waist and held them to his chest as he relaxed into him. Ken smiled to his friend and gently ran his fingers through his hair as Omi's last tears fell.

" Oh...Ken-kun I'm so sorry! You just came by to get your things, and I had to go and attack you like this…I'm sorry ken-kun…" the boy wriggled his way out off of Kens chest and rested on his knees, looking down in shame.

" C'mon Omi, You don't have anything to apologize for!" Ken reached out his arm to scruff up Omi's hair a bit in a playful manner. The younger giggled a tiny bit soon after brushing the hair out of his eyes.

" Ya know what Omittchi? Let's get dinner together! My treat, kay?" Ken reached his arm out to hook around his friends neck pulling him closer to his body, Omi smiled a bit as he was dragged to the brunettes body.

" Ken-kun, I couldn't do that, I mean you-"

" Do you seriously have anything planned to eat, Omi?"

Oh, it would be a bother for ken-kun! You could just get take out.

C'mon! I'm so lonely, Ken-kun is so nice, he wouldn't mind really!

Omi wished that he wouldn't fight with himself so often, and perhaps his tow mind frames could just find a middle ground and save him some trouble.

" Hoi, I suppose a cooked meal would be rather nice, and I really do want to spend time with you Ken-kun!"

Omi gradually grew to like the idea of dinner with ken more and more he thought about it. Though he hated playing favorites, Omi was friendliest with ken than the rest of Weiss. Yohji tended to disappear from days upon sometimes, while Aya, well, not much to say there. He's Aya. Ken and him bonded quite a bit, he and Ken we're really close. And Omi wouldn't mind being closer.

" As a matter of fact, at least stay the night. I don't think I could sleep very well know my little Omittchi was alone somewhere I didn't know!" The chocolate haired boy flashed a sleek inviting smile to the younger boy that just seemed to accompany his tone of voice to make this an unrefusable offer. Ken could've very well told Omi to jump off a bridge into commuter traffic and he very well may have if he asked him to in the same way.

" Really Ken-kun? You'd let me stay? Cause I really didn't want to stay in a hotel, just seemed kinda…sketchy, ya know? I'd feel much safer with you, Ken-kun, I mean I always do! And…" Omi stopped his speech there for two main reasons. A) He'd been rambling, and that's a little habit he was trying to loose. B) He had just told Ken that he'd always felt safe with him. I wasn't that big of a slip up, but it just seemed rather awkward. Not your usual addition to a conversation. Omi felt rather worried about Ken's response, he didn't want to be rejected. He really didn't. Especially not from Ken. Luckily for him though, the next sound he heard was laughter followed my Ken messing up his hair once more.

" Don't worry yourself, Omi! You can stay at my place as long as you want! I mean, it's no mansion, but it can definitely sustain us two!" Ken flipped a little thumbs up of approval to Omi, whose eyes immediately widened.

" Thank you Ken-kun! Thank you so much! You're my best friend Ken-kun, you really are!" Omi, and huge cerulean eyes, threw himself at Ken once more to give the boy the biggest hug he could muster, he wanted to show as much as he could that this meant the world to him. He meant the world to him.

" Haa, I'm flattered Omi, really! Now c'mon, lets get dinner, it's starting to get a bit dark" Omi excitedly nodded and slung his messenger bag over his right shoulder with a mighty swing of his arm, and the photo that had started this whole fiasco had casually let itself out of its pocket to disrupt the young boys life once more. Omi picked up the picture slowly, unable to keep a happy face when looking at it.

" I do miss them, Ken-kun…Do you think we'll see each other again?" There was only a hint of sadness stirred in with Omi's curiosity.

" Ah, Omi, there's no doubt in my mind we'll see them again. Were bound together through Weiss. Even if we wanted to we could never leave each other. Not to mention you do have their e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers." Ken had to laugh just a bit at the fact, as well as Omi let a giggle slip through his smile.

" Now lets go, I'm staaaarving!" ken put an obnoxiously dramatic emphasis on starving with accompaniment with the stretching of his arms over his head as he left Omi's room and made his way slowly through the Koneko. Omi smiled warmly to himself and slowly made his way to his doorframe. He brushed his had toward the light switch, but instantly hesitated as finger touched the plastic. He turned around, to soak in his room one more time. Then it was over. No more Weiss.

" …Good night, Bombay."

Omi then quickly tapped the switch and closed the swiftly, but softly, as to not tempt him to linger. He sighed a bit, but then quickly ran after Ken eager for his company.

Oi. I had no intention on writing more of this, but it was SOOO short! -sob- I have an idea or two I can play with anywho. Kens characterization seems so iffy though…ah….well….I try, right? Hope you enjoyed!

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