Omi no Kiken by Vanessa S. Quest

Disclaimer- Don't own them but I'd like to.

A/N: None at this time. Let's just rock (the casabas)!

Weiss has just gotten one more complication to add into their mix.

WEISS! Omi no Kiken- Part 7: Koi ano Kirau

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Omi blinked a succession of rapid eyelash battings that could have beaten a humming bird for the fastest recurring movements in nature. His cheeks turned pink and then turned into a brighter shade as blood rushed to his head. His heart felt like he had just ran a mile while jump roping and carrying a ninety-pound sack around his ankles. Omi's breathing softened and came in huffs of orgasmic joy.

Aya looked at the boy slightly unnerved. 'Virgin' was the first thought to his dirty little mind, making him blush back in embarrassment of the secretive thought.

Omi saw it as Aya being slightly embarrassed, a matching pair of blushing bishounen. Aya quickly let his fluster trickle away. If he had frenched Omi like he had been tempted to the boy might have died from sheer blood loss with the amount that went to his face. That or a capillary could easily have popped. Ah the joys of youth.

Aya placed his hand on Omi's shoulder and squeezed gently. His left hand acted in mutiny as it stroked Omi's face. He was about to get up to walk away leaving Omi with a wide smile as genuine as rain wet.

//Mamoru!// Schuldig prompted. He did his best to keep his giddy giggle from Aya's mind.

Aya pushed himself back for a moment.

//Takatori Mamoru!// Schuldig knew if he didn't stop playing he'd whet himself, and not necessarily in bladder release.

Omi looked at Aya strangely. Aya had just come on to him and now he looked frightened. ".Aya?"

Schuldig cracked his knuckles as he peered into Aya's mind. "Oh this is too rich!" He smiled, mouth salivating. //TAKATORI Reiji killed them hurt them Aya-chan, otousan ano okausan dead. Takatori Reiji. Takatori Mamoru.//

Aya's eyes narrowed as he looked at Omi.

//Omi IS Mamoru. Omitchi is a Takatori.// Schuldig sang.

Aya smacked Omi across the face. "WHY did you have to be a TAKATORI!? Is this some game to you, do you remember that life? Have you been lying to us all?!" Aya didn't know how these words were coming from his mouth, he wasn't speaking them but they kept coming! His eyes glazed with a teary form of regret.

Omi grabbed his face. "What? No! Why would I? Aya-kun. do you. you hate me." Omi's face sobered as he stood from his seat and rushed towards the door.

//Aya-kun hates me.//

"How could anyone love something as disgusting as a Takatori not even good enough to KEEP!"

Just then, Schuldig's concentration broke, as did the dryness in his pants.

Aya clamped his hands over the mouth in horror of what had transpired.

Omi slammed the door as he exited the flower shop sprinting towards a safe distance from Koneko no Same Ie. He had to get away. It had to be some cruel mind trick, or maybe a wet dream turn nightmare.

Aya finally admitted he cared for Omi only to have Mamoru, some boy he never KNEW, take it all away.

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Omi found himself facing the Pacific in his favorite park bench. Well, maybe it wasn't his favorite bench but it was his favorite view, whenever he was upset and got a moment to himself, he'd come here. Something about water made him so calm.

Ouka stopped behind him. She looked over the somber boy before collecting herself to speak, the moon throwing Omi's shadow at her feet.

"OMI-KUN!" Her voice was loud, cheery, genki, and all things happy.

Omi turned to face her with a very surprised expression. "Ouka-san!"

She smiled and sat next to him. "Omi-kun, what are you doing here, and so late?"

Omi laughed, "I could ask you the same, Ouka-san." He smiled one of his patented genki fake-smiles. "The store's been closed for a couple of hours at least."

Ouka pouted, "Is that all I am to you, Omi? A customer? Don't you ever have friends over? People who come over to visit you and NOT buy flowers?"

Omi crossed his eyes, "Gomen nasai Ouka-san! .Actually, I usually don't have friends over to the apartment, our store hours take up most of the polite hours and after that, we make dinner." He bowed, "Onegai, don't be mad at me! I couldn't stand myself if I made two friends mad at me in the same day."

She smiled at that, her pout vanishing. She hugged Omi. "You think of me as a friend?" Her smile grew to match Omi's smile, Omi's smile also grew another centimeter in length at the signs of acceptance.

"Hai! You are one of my very closest and dearest, you, and Aya-kun, Ken- ken, Yoji-kun, and Mamoe-san."

Ouka blushed. She leaned in and kissed Omi's lips. Omi froze. No! Not two in the same day! .This was how Aya started.

"Ouka.san. am I dreaming? Is this a cruel joke? Or are you sincere?" Ouka looked at him strangely.

".Is something the matter, Omi-kun? Why is one of your friends angry with you?"

He bit back tears, ".I. I don't know Ouka." He lied, he had an idea as to why but he ALSO knew it was a stupid reason. HOW could Aya just do that! Assume he lied the entire time he had known him! That he just pretended to be honest about everything and considerate. Omi refocused his eyes, an anger roaring in his stomach, he masked it all, all of his emotions again Aya be damned. Aya might think he enjoyed hiding himself from the others, but Omi learned sometimes being emotional and sad is wrong and misplaced.

"It doesn't matter really, it was stupid," Omi shrugged, "I'm just going to stay out for a bit, take a walk to calm down, and then go back home before anybody worries." Omi explained. He stood and stretched. "Ouka-san, maybe we could do something .sometime.?"

Ouka leaped up from the bench, "Omi! Are you asking me out?"

Omi blushed an awful pink, "No! I mean, yes, as friends. But yes, as friends."

She nodded fervently he doubted she heard a word of what he said. "Sure! I love spending time with you, Omi-kun."

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Omi wandered up and down the street two blocks from the shop. He knew it was getting late, but Aya's words still stung fresh.

'But if I don't go home soon, they'll worry. and I don't want them to be upset.'

//You mean upset with YOU.// Schuldig helped.

Omi's eyes grew, that voice again.

//Oh admit it! He rejected you and now you don't want to step on any toes. Coward. A cowardly assassin, now that IS sad and pathetic. Fits your profile at least.// He continued. //So why don't you do your thing, tuck your tail between your legs and run.//

Omi's eyes grew with conviction and he shouted, in his mind at least, 'No! Tsukiyono Omi, *I* I do NOT run!'

//Had to fix that, didn't you?// Schuldig held his head, he hated it when people did that. //Had to fix it from Omi to include Mamoru. But the truth is you don't know anything ABOUT what Mamoru would have done. But I know someone who might. think about that, katchzen, you could remember your past and learn who you truly are.//

Omi scowled. "I know who I am." He turned his head to see the flower shop, 'It's the others that don't remember that.'

With a sigh he walked back into the apartment half of his shop.

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"Why did you let him go?" Nagi asked Schuldig, his voice brimming with curiosity.

//Brad told me to. Besides, our incentive isn't to keep the Takatori brothers alive, so why protect them after their usefulness?//

Nagi shook his head, "It amazes me how easy it is for you to betray people."

//Betray, Naoi Nagi? Whom have I betrayed? What vow have I gone back on?//

That made the boy smile and shake his head. "You are supposed to be loyal to Takatori Reiji, though, assumingly that means his family as well."

//I have fulfilled all duties requested upon me. This is both fun and work though. Now, please excuse me, katzchen is back.//

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Aya glared at Omi, he wasn't sure how to act. Did he take out his anger for Omi scaring him, or did he apologize and except it as his fault, or whoever was acting through him.

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//Schuldig, don't tamper with them. It is essential that Weiss is in top performance in order to keep our path clear.// Crawford informed the sadistic German.

//Oh you're no fun! Don't you ever take risks.// Schuldig smirked.

//I will in four weeks, two hours, and three minutes.// Crawford replied. Schuldig frowned.

"You're an ass, you know that, don't you?" Schuldig said while making a fake brooding face. Nagi covered his smile at the scene.

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Aya decided to stay calm, he had no idea what would happen if he got upset again.

Schuldig practically split a gut laughing so hard at the stupidity of Weiss.

"Omi, we need to talk."

Omi flinched, not even three steps into the shop and Aya already found him. He mentally kicked himself, 'Omi kimi baka.'

He smiled with his eyes squinted, his teeth fully extended and bright. "I'd love to and all, Aya, but I'd rather it wait for morning." He added to himself in a muffled whisper, "So I can see if I have a bruise or not from our LAST talk."

Aya picked up on the whisper. "Omi. please. I didn't mean to . SAY those things or to hit you. I don't know how or why it happened."

Omi kept his fake smile and squinted eyes in position even though it was starting to hurt his cheeks. "I really don't care, it didn't mean anything." His voice started to shake and his smile began falling, "I mean how could it? You think of me as a reject-Takatori, but still a Takatori. I mean, hell, what's it MATTER who I AM and HAVE BEEN for all the life I can REMEMBER. I was BORN a Takatori in your eyes."

He held his tongue, he was inches from screaming, "Really, I would love to continue this fun little talk, but, I have school tomorrow and it's late."

Aya's eyes grew. "What do you mean school?"

"I mean I'm going back to school. Don't waste your energy trying to stop me. After all, I am a reject. And who wants one of THOSE lying around." Aya encroached the near-hysterical teen.

"Omi." His voice gentle but eyes determined. This time, in his own accord he struck him across the cheek. "You don't have to like me, Omi, but you do have to listen to me. We are on a mission, and that means YOU too. SO I suggest you forget school, concentrate on a mission plan and deal with it. Do you think you're so special as to be the only one with problems? You aren't. Your father murdered my family, put my sister into a coma. Your brother makes sport in destroying human lives in the name of some pseudo- science. And who else knows what the rest of your family has done."

"Stop it." He gritted his teeth, "Stop it! I am NOT a Takatori! Did you ever think it was possible they LIED? Or maybe I don't think of them as kin? Even if they WERE my family why would I hold allegiance with them? They betrayed me just as much as they destroyed you, whoever my old family was- they threw me away so why would I ever go back?! The only family I know is here. Persia, Manx, Mamoe, and the four of us. And how EASY is it for you to throw that away?! Because if you throw it away you can always look back and remember your real family and hold your sister. I don't even have memories to look back on. No pictures, no faces, the only thing I remember is being kidnapped, the familiarity of killing, and Weiss."

He walked off to the stairs, turning back his head. "Don't tell me I'm not the only one with problems Aya. I'm not the one of us denying it."

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Crawford crossed his arms. "Most excellent, Schuldig. You've managed to lower their efficiency profusely! Now we'll have to wait a week to get rid of Masafumi. That is, unless you wish to speed it up."

Schuldig smiled, "Funny, even without precognition I knew you'd say that."

"Do NOT tool around, Schuldig. This is important."

//I know, I know. Lets make the katzche like each other again. I swear though, if I see ONE wet dream tonight, I'm destroying your Beatles collection.//

He concentrated, first he'd work on Aya, make him go up to Omi's room. THEN he'd work on Omi, possibly control him and maybe he'd see his own wet dream come true.

//This is all of your fault. You let your temper loose on the most gentle boy you know. Look at how you hurt him. You self-righteous, pious bitch!//

Schuldig smiled.

'I need to talk with Omi. Now.' Aya decided, heading towards the boy's room.

//How could Aya be that cold? Maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe a joke? An accident? That's it, it was an accident, he didn't mean to hurt you at all. He loves you, or at least likes you. After all, he did kiss you.//

Omi touched his fingers to his lips. 'He also smacked me. Twice. That bastard, I didn't deserve either of those.'

//Oi, maybe you did. After all, you were acting in hysterics. You also started acting funny once Aya kissed you. And he was embarrassed. Maybe because you embarrassed him, he felt he had to embarrass you, but didn't mean it?//

'Maybe he didn't mean it.' Omi looked down at his hands. 'And I was very cold. But still! He smacked me! I'm not some child and yet he always treats me like I don't understand things when I do!'

Schuldig's eyebrow twitched. 'Hormonal buffoon.' //Aya would never do anything to hurt you, if he really felt that you were worthless, why would he, after hearing them torture you and say your secrets, cut you loose, save you, and more importantly worry about you? Maybe it's just hard for him, ja? Having his worst nightmare come true and yet not hating it. Falling in love with a Takatori.//

"I'm not a Takatori." Omi muttered into his knees, Schuldig snarled.

//Of course you're not a Takatori, you have a soul. That kills people. You have a soul and you want to make the world better, and he sees that, he just slipped up.//

'Ficken dies! Er wird nicht zuhoren. Dein Narr.'

//Perhaps you should let Omi sleep off his troubles and speak with him in the morning. This way he won't go to school.//

'Omi asked to sleep. I'll take this up with him in the morning.'

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Damn! A whole lot of pages for not a whole lot of plot development. well, at least motion.

The German- as always I will say, not really important, he's just complaining that Omi won't listen enough. ^___^ Schu called Aya a bitch! Am I the ONLY one thrilled by that? I could just see him mocking him that way too.

Mew. That's a tangent for another day.

Next part will be: Watashi aru Oniisan Iie!

I think I said I'd make that this one. but. the story didn't cooperate. Night!