Who's Who

Author Notes: Yay!! Another update! The soonest I could get it Kurama13. Thanks for the review! I am not going to babble much here that isn't what you're here to read. Now, onward!!

Omi walked into the classroom on a bright Monday morning. The atmosphere was full of whispers. 'Seems like a normal day to everyone. I wish I knew Persian's real name, so I could find out for sure if she was alive or dead, or even where she went to school,' Omi thought as he took his seat.

"Omi!" a girl called out to him.

"What's up?" Omi asked, recognizing her as one of the many fangirls.

"Did you hear what happened to Ceo?" the girl asked, worry in her voice.

"No, what happened?" The girl successfully caught Omi's attention.

"She was in a motorcycle accident early this morning in the warehouse district," the girl explained.

"Is she alive?" Omi asked, concerned about his classmate.

"Yeah, she is alive. She is at the Magic Bus Hospital. She is still unconscious," the girl told him.

"Thanks, for the heads up," Omi said, smiling at the girl.

"No problem. I may go visit her sometime after she wakes up," the girl replied.

"That would be kind of you," Omi said, thinking of when he was going to visit her.

"Well I need to get to my desk," she said, moving away from Omi's desk.

'Why would Ceo be in the warehouse district early in the morning?' Omi pondered, not paying attention to the teacher, or what else was going on the rest of the day.

"Hey, Omi, what's up?" a familiar person asked, coming up to him at lunch.

Omi looked up and recognized the boy. "Hey Kangme, sorry to hear about Ceo."

Kangme's expression changed. "Yeah, her father called me this morning and told me."

"Have you seen her yet?" Omi asked, watching him.

"Yes, I went up there this morning after I got the call. She looks really bad," Kangme replied, nearly in tears.

"Hey, cheer up. She'll need you to be strong for her right now," Omi said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You work at a flower shop, right?" he asked Omi, coming up with an idea.

"Yeah, would you like to get some flowers for her?" Omi asked, catching onto his thought.

"Yeah, she likes lilies, and blue tulips. Do you have any of those?" Kangme asked, looking at Omi.

"I can check, and see what I can do," Omi told him. "Come by later on, and I'll tell you. I work at the Kitten in the House."

"Oh, she'll love it from there. She loves the flowers from that shop. She says 'the flowers sparkle like diamonds.' It's cool that you work there," Kangme said, standing up from the table. "Well, I have to get going. See you later!" he said, leaving the lunch area.

'Poor Kangme. They have been going out for two or three years now, and I have never seen him this upset,' Omi thought, before getting up and leaving also.

The school day was finally over, and Omi felt relieved, he was sure Kangme was, too. After having everyone constantly mentioning Ceo's accident out of everyone, he was sure he had had the most painful day. 'At least the shop may not be as full,' Omi thought, not wanting to deal with the fangirls. He walked into the shop, seeing Ken at the register and Yohji lounging at the table. Omi figured Aya was in the back.

"Hey, Omi. How was school?" Ken asked, looking at the younger blonde.

"Ok, though we aren't going to have too many fangirls today," Omi said, putting his stuff up behind the counter and putting on his apron.

"Oh, and why is that?" Aya asked, entering the room.

"Ceo was in a terrible motorcycle accident early this morning in the warehouse district," Omi told them.

"Is that so?" Aya asked, with more that a hint of suspicion.

"Why would she be out at that time in the warehouse district?" Ken asked, extremely confused.

"What is there to run into that can cause that much damage?" Yohji chimed in just as someone walked in.

Omi looked over at the door. "Hey, Kangme. How is Ceo doing?"

Kangme looked at Omi with a sad expression. "As good as possible. She is still unconscious, and still breathing. Have you had a chance to take care of my order?"

"Oh, not yet. I'll do that right now. Lilies and blue tulips, right?" Omi asked, checking for the flowers.

"Yes, that is right," Kangme said, looking at the other employees. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, so what is your connection with Ceo?" Ken asked, trying to start a conversation.

"She is my girlfriend," Kangme said, continuing the conversation. The silence had been very awkward.

"Oh, sorry. How long have you two been together?" Ken asked, watching him.

"Nearly three years," Kangme said, feeling like he was being interrogated by the police.

"We have the flowers you need. Want me to fill out the order?" Omi asked, noticing the tension between them.

"Yes, please. Do you want me to pay now, or when I pick it up?" Kangme asked, more than ready to leave.

"It's on me. Take care of yourself," Omi said, smiling at his friend.

"Thanks Omi. Give me a call when it's ready," Kangme said, waving good-bye to his friend.

Omi put the order in his pocket. 'This is my get well present to Ceo,' Omi thought, as he sat across from Yohji. Aya kept what he suspected to himself, but he found it all too coincidental that on the same day their partner, whose real identity they didn't know, supposedly died, a girl that they met a couple of days ago is in the hospital from a motorcycle accident in the same area. 'Something just doesn't add up here,' Aya thought, watering the roses. They sat in silence, no one wanting to be the first to break it.

"Do you think she could be?" Omi asked, looking at his teammates for their suspicions.

"She could be, but how?" Yohji wondered, looking around the room.

"Maybe we should investigate the area, do a background check, and talk to her when she wakes," Ken suggested, looking hopefully at his teammates.

"But it really isn't our business, Ken-kun," Omi told him sadly.

"Why isn't it? Isn't it our business to know if the person we were partnered up with is at least alive?" Ken asked, determined.

"We can do that without getting into someone's personal life Ken," Yohji chimed in.

"I'll ask Kritker today," Aya said, leaving the shop.

Omi looked at the order for the arrangement he was going to make for Ceo. 'I just wonder if she really is Persian,' Omi thought, putting it back in his pocket.

"I'm going to visit Ceo," Omi said, getting up from the table.

Omi took off his apron and left the flower shop. People were busiedly walking past him, chattering lively. The chattering slowed to near silence when he reached the hospital. Omi walked into the hospital and headed straight to the nurse's desk to see what room Ceo was in.

In the stark white room there was one occupant laying on the bed. She was pale, almost too pale. Many scars were scattered all over her body. The constant bleeping of the heart monitor was the only noticeable sign she was alive. The light blue door opened and a man with fiery orange hair entered the room. He went to sit next to her when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Omi entered the room not noticing the flash of someone moving. Omi went to Ceo's bedside, not knowing he was being watched or his thoughts being heard.

t.b.c.

Author Notes: So, what do you think? Good? Bad? So-so? Please, read and review. It is really appreciated.