Prologe
Humming filled the small alcove that Omi considered his bedroom above the flowershop, night had fallen and only a single light now lit the teenager's haven with the flicker of a computer screen that was positioned on a desk in the near back of the bedroom; its tower standing proud beside it continuing its rhythmical chorus of hums. It wasn't unusual for Omi to be up this early in the morning around three; but the boy constantly hated the time his body lived on. Still decked out in a pair of Kumagoro-pink boxers and only his naked chest for company the boy amiously sufted the web with an adult's perception. Out of request of his older Weiss companions he'd easily set up porn pop-up blockers; but they were just as quickly removed with a click of the mouse, something Omi had done only seconds after rising. Across the screen, a collage of juicy pictures were blossomed across every corner of the screen like miniture posters; however these photos weren't what the typical heterosexual teen should be looking at. Instead acres and acres of hot, hung, and hard orgasmic males plastered themselves each in a seperate window screen; and like every healthy young boy Omi's boxers were tented rather obscenely. Evidence further offered was the wet patch spreading at the very tip of the tent where his erection strained against; another .jpg was about to be loaded when an IM screen erupted on the center of the computer screen. Omi knew he didn't have any messangers on, so it could be only one person; the ID 'Kenetics' blinked eagerly at the teen before it was clicked on by a vicious mouse icon.
In bright bold aqua a single fragment sentence was typed before him; ready to make the reciever blush, " You know you're not supposed to be looking at that. " Ultri-lighting from the computer screen blinked while teen stared frustrated at the IM, having disturbed his privacy like everyother time it would interrupt. " What do you want, Nagi? " typed the annoyed Bombay in script text along the message box now staring him down; it been almost two weeks now since Nagi had decided it was time to hound Omi, it was a sign they were bored out of their minds obviously. An aqua sentence filled the black IM screen, " What do you think I want? " cooed the text before Omi's fingers dashed across the keyboard in irritation, " You know. This whole stalker thing is really starting to get weird, Nagi. " the enter key was practically slapped with the boy's index. Words filled the void of the message box in reply, " So what? Don't look at those steroid beefed up buggers. If you want something to play with yourself to, I'm here, Bombay. " Omi cound feel his teeth grinding, they'd gone over this before; no dating, no kissing, nothing. Every mission when they would meet up, Omi had felt something for the telekenetic and even now it wouldn't cease. But as long as they were Schwartz and Vice, nothing could come of a relationship. Unfortunately, Nagi wasn't one to give up. " Don't be cheap. You know that's impossible. " spurned Omi along the message box, then Nagi's reply coming up instantly rather in a fit of unusual anger, " Omi! I don't care! I'll quit Schwartz for you; just ask me! " the dirty-blonde teen heaved a sigh, his small six-pack abs rippling under the mass training he'd been through the past few years; even at seventeen he was built better than a twenty-year old athlete.
" I wouldn't ask that of you, nor do I expect you to ask it of me. It's just not possible. " he gently typed along the text box within a few seconds Nagi responded in bold large font of aqua, " I WANT TO BE WITH YOU! YOU KNOW I DON'T GET ANGRY VERY OFTEN BUT YOUR COWARDICE TO LEAVE WEISS IS STRANGLING ME! ". A flush of anger blossomed across the teen's chest profusely, and with maniac speed at being called a coward by his crush the boy let slip the biggest news of Weiss. " I'M NOT A DAMN COWARD. AND EVEN IF VICE HADN'T BEEN DISBANNED LAST WEEK, I STILL DOUBT I'D LEAVE! " instantly Omi's bronze hand shot to his mouth in horror; he wasn't supposed to tell anyone that! Vice was suspended until further notice under orders of Persia; no one knew why but they had a feeling it had something to do with Schwartz or Esset. There was a lengthy pause in Nagi's reply, but eventually it came up in minutes. "..Vice is disbanned? ..Do you really mean what you said? " the teenager honestly didn't mean his harsh words; and regretted them the moment they were spitted out in shame, " No, Nagi. I didn't mean it. You should know that.." Omi's fingers sadly clicked across the keys in response, so after the telekenetic's message popped up. Omi's pictures from before having long ago been clicked off and cleared from his History files, " Omi. What do you think will become of Vice now? " the boy was sure Nagi was rather sad now, Weiss had been Omi's life and the way he lived..what would he do if it was gone?
Fingers steadily and with honesty typed out the last of Omi's text, " I don't know, Nagi..I don't know.. " The blank screen other than for the IM box blinked at the dart-master while he casually slumped back in the computer chair; his erection long ago lost and his heart weighing heavily upon him.
And so our 'stories' begin..
A/N: Bare with me, okay? I'm making this long, because I don't want to split up the chapters and stories. Unless I can't, or change my mind on spreading the stories. I have three pairings, so three seperate stories coinciding with one another. Wow..I hope these will turn out well, like I want them to.