WR: Ok, after much time of brainstorming, I came up with Omi's part of the fic. I am warning there is an implied relationship with Omi and Aya here. So if you don't like that then go awayp. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic.
Sleepless Nights
Finally. After all that time. The mission report was finished. It had taken him five hours to complete. He was dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants with a t-shirt, wrapped in a sweater way too big for him. Weakly, he watched in amazement as his fingers naturally curled for the keyboard position. If he tried to move them out of that position, there was a sharp pain his wrist. He pouted as he tried to stretch his fingers. In the end, he turned off his computer and headed upstairs to the kitchen.
He blinked at the clock, it was three in the morning. Omi looked through the frost covered window, the group had come out to Villa Weiss due to a much needed vacation. Apparently, it had snowed since they came back from the mission. Luckily, no one had been hurt much. Grant it Ken had a few more cuts, Youji had barely dodged a bullet, and Aya, well, Aya was Aya, he either was perfectly fine or a complete mess. Omi sighed as he pulled out the milk, a bar of dark chocolate, and a packet of hot chocolate. Then as quietly as he could, he picked up a pot. There was the sound of rustling pots echoed through the house. He winced at the noise, looking back through the doorway.
When no one emerged with a sword or any visible weapon, Omi sighed with relief. He poured the milk till the pot was half full, placing the bar of chocolate in. The stove top clicked on, producing a nice blue flame from the gas burner. Then he pulled out a whisk and gently stirred the packet into the liquid. Staring off into space, his mind finally went blank for a blissful moment. Automatically, he shut off the stove and poured out the hot chocolate into a mug. There was enough for another mug, he left the pot on the stove. Omi sat down on the couch, watching the snow begin once again.
He shivered in the silence of the house. Warmth from the hot brown liquid gave Omi comfort as he watched snowflakes fall onto the window sill. The room was illuminated by the snow and the gray night sky. The silence was broken by a door opening and the treading of foot steps. Omi turned towards the top of the stairs. Blue eyes widened as the figure continued to tread easily down the stairs, there stood Fujimiya Aya in a light blue pajamas with teddy bears dressed in sailor suits.
"O-Ohayo Aya-kun," Omi gave a nervous smile. Aya said nothing but continued towards the kitchen. The remaining steam from Omi's hot chocolate floated away into the cold night air. Then the sound of pouring could be heard from within the kitchen.
Curiosity got the best of Omi as he crept to the entrance of the kitchen. "Anno, Aya-kun." There was no reply, Aya had his back turned to him. The teddy bears smiled innocently watching the youngest member. Omi slowly walked towards the taller man at the sink and sure enough he was placing the empty pan in the sink. Gracefully, he raised a cup of hot chocolate to his lips, a slight purr rolling on his lips.
"Would you like some marshmallows?"
"Hai," Aya's voice was firm as the taller man continued to stare out their kitchen window.
"They should be over here," Omi muttered, grabbing a ladder and began digging around the cupboards. After opening two drawers, he found the marshmallows and hopped down to hand them to Aya.
"Here you go Aya-kun," the genki boy smiled, "How many?"
"I will have all of them." Aya replied in a firm rather angry voice.
"Nani," Omi stated.
"I said I'm all in, baka" Aya shouted forcefully. He had placed his mug down and grabbed for the bag from Omi.
Surprised from the attack, Omi whirled around on the kitchen floor. This resulted in his blue slippers shooting out from under his feet. He stared up as his body readied for impact but Aya had caught him, his mug still in hand unharmed. This time it was filled with marshmallows "Ah...gomen nasi."
"Hn," was all Aya replied, Omi continued to stare up. Then he realized something, there was no pair of intense purple eyes, the tall redhead's eyes were closed. Aya's breathing was steady. Aya wasn't awake. Fujimiya Aya was sleep walking. Instantly, Omi turned bright red and stumbled away. Aya remained unaffected and continued to purr as he sipped his hot chocolate and marshmallows.
The sight in front of Omi instantly woke him up. Aya was almost as giddy as the truffle incident three months ago. He really wanted to wake Aya up. This was already getting out of hand. However, if did wake up Aya, then he would definitely wake up the entire house. Ken and Youji would kill Aya. Aya threw a spoon at the wall and it landed lodged in the wooden frame. Then again, this was Aya, Omi argued with himself.
"Aya-kun, I think you have enough marshmallows," Omi muttered, "why don't we do something else?"
"Ok," Aya replied calmly heading towards the living room. The blonde blue eyed chibi followed the tall red head cautiously. Aya then walked over towards the front door.
"Aya-kun?" Omi whirled around, completely confused.
"Who the hell is knocking?" Aya growled at the door.
"Aya-kun, nobody knocked." Omi whispered clearly worried.
There was no response. Aya opened the door, the cold winter air rushing in. Then he just stood there. He seemed to be mumbling in his sleep, each sentence getting louder and louder. It was not long till he was on the verge of shouting. The cold air continued to rush into the house.
"Aya-kun! That is enough!" Omi shouted in horror, trying to close the door. For a split second, Omi fumed and turned his back to Aya. This was poor judgment on his part. Suddenly, Aya grabbed him by the collar and his pants. Then giving a heave ho, Omi went flying head first into a pile of snow. Aya slammed the door. Snow from the roof fell to the ground with a flop.
A head of blonde hair popped out from the mountain of snow. Blue eyes looked around the world of white. His hands were cold and the warmth from the hot chocolate was gone. Omi shivered looking back at the door, it swung open. Aya stood proudly in the doorway and then began cursing, "GET OUT HERE YOU STUPID FISH! I AM FUJIMIYA! HEAR ME ROAR!" Omi ignored the shouting and ran as fast as he could. Aya had thrown him to the end of the porch, which was about twenty feet away.
"ROAR!" Aya shouted and slammed the door once more. Omi dove straight for the couch ahead. He landed in the soft warm cushions.
"Omi! What did I tell you about opening doors to sailors?" Aya growled as he continued to sleep walk, turning towards the couch.
"Not to," Omi whispered completely out of breathe.
"And what did you do?" Aya scolded, crossing his arms, his eyes remained closed.
"I...I did nothing," Omi whispered.
"And look what happened," Aya growled, "I was ready to rip their heads off. Next time I'm getting my katana." There was an awkward silence between the two. Omi could only stare as Aya continued to tower over him. "Let's go back to bed and finish what we started."
"Nani?" Omi asked completely lost.
"You mean to tell me that the invasion of sailors has completely distracted you from our previous activities," Aya quirked his head to the side, an evil smile appeared on his face.
"Um...and if I did," Omi replied.
"Then I shall have to remind you," Aya replied, he was quick as he flopped Omi over his shoulders and ran up the stairs. Omi wailed in protest but that did little good, Aya continued to take three stairs at a time. He did not stop until they were back in the redhead's room.
Aya quickly placed Omi down, covering his mouth with his own. "Sh, Omi, you don't want to wake the entire house do you?" Blue eyes stared back into lowered hazed purple eyes. The smirk had returned. Omi's jaw dropped and he was rushed backwards towards a soft bed. Dark blue covers flew towards the ceiling as Aya and he landed with a plop. Omi opened his eyes, only to stare as Aya rolled off him and began rummaging under his bed.
"Let's see I believe it was your roll," the sleepwalker replied as he pulled out a pair of sexy dice. Omi's face paled as he mutely shook his head. "You wanted to play." Aya pouted. "Come on if we're lucky we can finish before the others wake up." Furiously, Omi shook his red face. Aya placed the dice in his hands and gave them a shake. He let the black dice with red kanji fly. It hit the floor, twirled like a top. Omi watched the horror unfold in slow motion. The first one gave to stop on KISS. His jaw dropped as the second dice landed on WHATEVER!
"Kiss whatever," Aya read out loud softly, turning his closed eyes towards Omi. Omi's face was white as the snow outside. Omi closed his eyes, dreading for whatever meant. How he wish he hadn't taken so long to finish the report. How he wish he hadn't made that hot chocolate. How he wish he was back in bed, and this was a horrible dream.
"Well, it looks like you get Europe," Aya sighed as he made a disapproving growl. Omi's eyes snapped open at that. He looked down at the floor, sure enough there was Fujimiya Aya sitting by a map of the world in various colors. A box on the flow showed little toy soldiers, it read one word: RISK.
"We're playing RISK," Omi whispered in shock.
"Of course," Aya replied. "I still can't believe the only pair of dice we have are the pervert's. Besides you were so determined to play, you came up with the point system." He held up a card of various terms, numbers by the side. Omi blinked back tears of relief. Timidly, he looked down at the tall man sitting on the floor, arranging the blue soldiers onto the European soil. Aya then crawled towards exactly where the perverted dice were.
"No way," Omi muttered as he watched Aya roll and groan as he got "Lick" "Hand."
"Not my luck tonight," the redhead muttered, he began moving his pieces through Asia. Omi just blankly stared as Aya handed him the dice. Blue eyes stared intently at the peacefully asleep face in front of him. Aya's eyes were definitely closed. His breathing was still steady. Reluctantly, he took the dice and rolled. However, once the dice left his hands, he collapsed on the soft bed. Completely exhausted.
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Omi groaned as he curled up in bed. It was warm and soft, lazily, his blue eyes opened to a white ceiling. He just lay there, breathing in and out, he had slept very well. Quietly, he walked down the stairs in his curiously wet slippers. He blinked, the house was disturbingly quiet. It was way too quiet. Then the blip of a siren echoed through the house. He ran out of the house, there was an ambulance, its lights going in all directions. "Oi, chibi!" Youji shouted, placed his hand on the short teenager. "You finally woke up."
"It's not that late," Omi replied calmly. "What happened?"
"The moron slipped on a puddle by the door and opened his injury from the other day," Youji grumbled. "Just so you know, its two in the afternoon."
"We'll have to fix it," Aya muttered quietly, "Ice is very dangerous."
"You know the funny part was that it was like someone had opened the door," Youji stated.
"Huh?" Omi blinked.
"Don't be ridiculous," Aya snarled.
"No, I'm serious, did we have a robbery?" Youji asked. "I mean, you didn't hear anything last night did you?"
"I doubt that a robber would get past us," Omi agreed, his memory of the pervious night slowly inching back.
"You never know," Youji replied. "Well, I go with the moron, you two can make breakfast." The tall blonde gave a wink; Aya did not say a word but whirled around and walked back into the house. He paused in the doorway, and violet eyes locked intensely on Omi.
"Um...ok," Omi smiled and hurried back to Aya. The tall redhead closed the door with a gentle click. Omi almost didn't notice the warmth of the hand on his shoulder. Nor the fact that Aya was leading him back to the stairs.
"Go back to bed,"
"Eh?"
"I'll take care of breakfast," Aya replied heading towards the kitchen. "You had a rough night." Omi could only stare as Aya gave him a wink and disappeared into the kitchen. The shortest member sighed with relief, and quietly trudged up the stairs. Instinctually, he took a right and walked into the second bedroom. The room had a blue comforter spread out on the floor, he picked it up. Curling into the warm blue fabric, something fell to the ground. Blue eyes blinked as he felt around for a tiny blue solider. Omi's eyes widen and then rolled back into his head, darkness took him away from the memories of the pervious night.
Two hours later, Aya came upstairs to see how Omi was doing. He was rather surprised when he found the youngest member. Omi curled up in his blue covers, a bit of drool dripping down from the corner of his mouth. When did Omi think it was ok to start sleeping in the same bed as him? After a moment of trying to process this new form of affection. A small smile appeared on Aya's face as he silently, closed the door. After-all, the kid had had a rough night.
WR: Ok, I know you are probably lost at the parts where Aya's eyes are partly open and yes, I have seen people sleep with partly opened eyes. Aya is still asleep through the entire process. So I don't want to answer any questions about that. I'll probably keep adding small unrelated fics in this cause that way I might be able to keep everything organized, but don't expect regular updates.
A: It's not like you update regularly anyway.
WR: Oh don't worry Aya you're still my one and only, GLOMPS!
A: What the heck does that mean?
WR: giggles only to run away from mob lead by Aya and Omi.