Disclaimer: holds up Koyasu Takehito mask Oh yes, Weiss Kreuz belongs to me, and it's all mine mine mine, and I'm not reaaallllyyy married, that's just my back-up wife.
Aya: You are sad.
I am not, I'm just optimistic.
Aya: For shame. Impersonating my seiyuu.
Mm, well, you made Kenken cry, so this chapter is very Yoji/Omi-centric. Enjoy, minna!
"Aya-kun, have you seen Ken-kun?"
"Iie." The response was abrupt.
"Yoji, have you seen Ken-kun?"
"Gomen, bishonen." The response was affectionate. Omi frowned, torn between studying on the couch with Yoji or finding Ken, the superior mathematician between the two. He didn't always act like it, but Ken was actually very bright when it came to calculus.
He sighed, knowing there was no third option. In earlier days, he would have asked Aya, but the stony Weiss leader seemed even more so than usual ever since Ken punched a hole in his wall.
"Something wrong, Omittchi?"
He shook his head. "Nanimo. I just need to study for a test next Friday."
"What subject?"
"Calculus."
Yoji winced. "Can't help you there, kid. Why don't you ask Aya?"
The redhead didn't look up from his book.
"Aya-kun? Can you help me study for my calculus exam?"
"Aa." Well, that problem was solved.
"Ne, arigatou," Omi said gratefully, plunking himself down between Yoji and Aya on the couch. He opened his textbook to the third chapter and handed his review sheet to Aya.
"Okay, we'll start with mean value theorems…"
Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and Aya got up to answer it, giving Omi the universal 'one minute' sign. Yoji took this as an opportunity to slide his arms around Omi and pull him back until the youngest Weiss was seated in his lap.
Omi smiled as Yoji dropped a kiss on his head. "We didn't mean to bore you, Yoji-kun."
"What gave you the idea I was bored?" he asked innocently, resting his chin on Omi's shoulder.
"I can…tell…" his voice trailed off as he yawned and stretched his arms. Yoji grinned at the sleepy bishonen and tickled his ribs.
"Wakey wakey, Omittchi, we wouldn't want Aya's star pupil falling asleep…"
"We wouldn't want his star pupil being fondled by hentai older men, either," came the sharp retort. Aya crossed his arms and glared at the intimate scene. Omi blushed and hopped off of Yoji's lap, gathering his notes in a flustered attempt to flee the room. Yoji was not so easily jarred, however.
"What's wrong, Aya? You and Ken have a lover's quarrel?"
If at all possible, Aya's facial expression grew three degrees colder. "What goes on between us is none of your business; at least I'm not molesting a minor."
"Aya-kun!" Omi protested.
"Who's molesting a minor?" Ken walked through the front door, having missed the entire conversation.
"No one, Kenken, we were just having a friendly discussion about pedophilia." Yoji winked and pried his lanky body off the couch before taking Omi's textbook and disappearing through the back door. Omi, looking a little nonplussed, stacked his notes in his arms and followed the retreating figure.
Ken didn't even look at Aya as he moved into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and sticking his head inside.
"Where were you?"
"Out."
Ken closed the refrigerator, not finding anything to his liking. "Does that bother you?"
"No."
"Oh." He sounded slightly disappointed, but hid it well as he began walking towards the stairs. Aya followed.
"Why would it bother me?"
Ken paused in mid-flight and Aya craned his head to look at him from the bottom of the staircase.
"Sou desu, that's right. You're the one who doesn't care about me."
"Nani?"
"Nevermind. Forget I said anything."
"Ken."
He turned around at the top stair, one hand on the railing.
"We need to talk."
"Gomen, but I'm kind of tired. I think I'll turn in early tonight."
Aya looked at his watch. It was 7:30. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Mmm, I just had a rough day."
"Rough day?" Aya mused to himself. Where did he go? Rather than let the matter drop, he followed Ken up the stairs. The brunette assassin, not knowing Aya was behind him, entered his room and closed the door. Aya paused in the hallway, unsure as to whether he should interrogate Ken further or leave him alone.
Why should it concern me? Ken has to deal with his own problems. Reassured by this thought, his face lost all traces of worry, the emotionless mask slipping down once more. Abruptly, he turned around and retreated to the safety of the den.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yoji, where are we going?"
"Anywhere but where the Moody things are," was his flippant reply. Yoji dumped his armful of notes into the Seven (~_^ not the car you'd expect, ne?) and opened the driver-side door.
"Get in, Omittchi, you deserve a study break."
Mystified, Omi climbed into the passenger side and wisely fastened his seatbelt. "Did you ever pay that speeding ticket?"
Yoji pushed up his sunglasses and turned towards the younger blonde. "Of course not; I'm above the law," he remarked airily before revving the engine.
Omi snorted derisively. "Yeah, okay, Queen Yoji. If we're going anywhere, we'd better go now because the shops around here close at 9."
"Who says we're going shopping?"
About to reply, Omi was silenced by Yoji's index finger on his lips. "Hush, bishounen, it's a surprise."
Ne, Yoji's surprises are usually hazardous to my health… Omi turned his head to look at the passing buildings and scenery. They looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember being in this part of the city for any specific reason. And why was Yoji being so mysterious? If it was a good surprise he would have at least hinted at their final destination.
The car made a left turn, then a few rights, and then another left down a back street. Yoji parked the Seven in a side lot and got out of the car.
"We're here, bishounen," he said cheerfully. Puzzled, Omi slid off the seat and stood in bewilderment on the sidewalk.
"Yoji, where the hell are we?"
The playboy in question was grinning secretively, reminding Omi of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. "Tsk tsk…language, chibi. You'll find out soon enough."
And he did. To his utter dismay, Omi realized where Yoji had taken him.
To a gay bar.
"Yooooooooji! I can't go in one of those! I'll get raped!"
Yoji laughed. "No you won't, it's not like some seedy biker joint. The guys in here don't jump all over new ass."
Omi groaned as Yoji dragged him down the street and into the door. "Yoji, do I have to do this?"
"Yes," he said firmly, "and if you complain, I'll make you sit in the car and study."
"Easy, I'd just drive away."
"Not without the keys." Yoji dangled the offending item in front of his face and grinned at Omi's dismayal. He pocketed the keys and led Omi over to a small table in the back. "You need to loosen up, bishounen, don't stress. We needed to get away from the Most Dysfunctional Couple, and we also need to talk about us."
"A-about us?" Omi squeaked.
Yoji ignored his embarrassment. "Hai. If you're going to go all homophobic on me, this will never work."
Omi was silent. He hadn't realized his relationship with the older assassin had progressed to the point of term rules.
While Yoji let him mull over his words, a youngish-looking guy with black hair highlighted brown came over to sit at their table.
"Kon bon wa, Yoji-tachi," he said in greeting to the pair. He seemed nice, wearing normal college-student clothes and a pair of wire-framed glasses. Also, Omi noticed, he had very nice eyes.
"Konnichi wa, Ryuuichi. Yuu, this is Omi, Omi, this is Tenman Ryuuchi, better known as Yuu."
Yuu nodded and smiled. "So this is the famous Omi-chan? Yoji talks a lot about you."
Omi blushed crimson. Yoji coughed and ordered a few shots. "Aa, well, you seem to do a lot of talking about your significant other, but he has yet to make an appearance."
Yuu sighed and leaned his cheek on his hand. "I can't get him out of his denial state. He'll sleep with me, but he won't walk too close to me in public."
"Hnn, sounds familiar."
Yuu smiled at Omi and handed him a glass half-full of something that looked like milk. "You must be brave, a young un' like you coming out of the closet. Try this, it's good."
Omi picked it up and wrinkled his nose. "What is it?"
"It's a White Russian, kinda like milk with vodka."
Omi looked questioningly at Yoji. Yoji nodded. "Go ahead, bishounen, a few sips won't knock you out."
"No, but a few glasses will get you knocked up," Yuu chuckled at his own joke while Yoji grinned. Omi took a sip and grimaced, handing it back to its owner.
"Didn't like it?"
"Iie. I'm not much of a drinker."
"And well you shouldn't be, you're underage."
"You'd be surprised at the things he's done." Yoji winked at Omi, producing another blush from the teenager.
"He doesn't mean it like that," he assured Yuu.
"No worries, even if you had, I wouldn't blame you. Considering Kudou's libido, I'm surprised and a little awed that you haven't."
For a few hours, the three men joked and shared stories; when Omi mentioned his upcoming calculus exam, Yuu went over a few formulas and postulates with him. All in all, he thought as they left the bar, it had been time well spent.
What made it even better was that it had been time spent with Yoji. Walking back down the street towards the lot, Omi intertwined his fingers with Yoji's, hiding his red face in the older man's jacket. Yoji looked down at the small blonde head and smiled.
Thank you gods, for giving me an angel.
A/N: WHEEEEE!!! I got this chapter up a hella lot faster, and it's got Yoji/Omi in it, too! I know you're waiting for more Aya/Ken action, so it's coming in the next chapter! I finally got all my shit cleared away and have more time to write, so be patient! And remember to revieeeewwwww! I heart you all. ^____^