Omi no Kiken
by Vanessa S. Quest
Disclaimer- Don't own Weiss, but I'd like to. .must. get. ZeroSum for . Side B.
Omi no Kiken Part 14: Sankakkei ano Shokku
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He arrived at the party exactly on time, not early not late but just as he swore- 7:00 PM sharp!
Once Ouka showed, Omi's breath went, she looked amazing- a beautiful red dress- though it did have straps, her hair was styled perfectly, up in a new up-do that Omi was unfamiliar with name-wise but looked gorgeous. Ouka quickly spots Omi and takes him on rounds introducing him to the most important of people.
"And this is the new Ministry of Energy Yamakou Genji." Ouka bowed her head once, Omi following her lead. The man looked at her and nodded then carried on his conversation.
"Over there-" Ouka pointed towards a man with a beard and man with a mustache, "is my father. Please stay here, I want you to meet him!"
He nodded, "Mm, alright Ouka."
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"Otousan!"
"Ouka-chan!" Reiji bowed down to hug his daughter leaving his conversation with Shuichi and his assistant Erika.
"Konban wa, Ouka-san!" Shuichi started, "It's been ages since I last saw you."
"Konban wa Ojisan!" She returned her look to her father, "Otousan, I brought a boy to the Party that I would like you to meet."
"A boy? Is he your boyfriend?"
"More like a boy who's a friend, he is very important to me, will you meet him?"
"Of course, anything for you Ouka!" She smiled and rushed to Omi.
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Omi looked at Ouka strangely. "Meet your father. wait! What's his name? I'd hate to make a fool out of myself."
"Takatori-san." Ouka smiled as Omi's eyes fell into shards.
"Taka.tori.san?"
"Hai!" Ouka pulled him before he could wake from his reverie.
Shuichi's face dropped suddenly as he saw Omi encroach, "Erika-san, did you find the Minister of Finance yet? I did need to talk to him about scheduling a game of golf."
Sensing his urgency she bowed, "Hai, sir, he was this way."
Shuichi bowed, "Gomen, oniisan, I'll see you later perhaps for dinner?"
Reiji nodded, "Of course Shuichi, this will give me a perfect chance to speak with Ouka's friend."
He smiled as he left making his way towards the Minister of Finance. "Erika, find out what Omi's doing here please, and inform me of everything."
"Hai."
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"So, your name is Tsukiyono Omi?"
Omi nodded, "Hai, and you are Takatori Reiji-san. Ouka-san has told me wonderful things about you and what you've done for the community." Omi lied, blatantly, but with each word a warm smile that kept his lies looking like innocent truths.
"I can't help but say you look familiar. What do your parents do?"
Omi dug for something to say, a new lie feeding to his mind. "My parents? Oro. they died in America a few years ago, my father belonged to a branch of a growing electronics company and had gone over to America as a representative, my mother and he died in a car accident when my father had sent for her to house-hunt."
"Oh, then who do you live with?"
"Mamoe, my grandmother. She owns a flower shop that I work at."
He nodded, "How old are you Omi-san?"
"I'll be 18 by the end of February." Omi said, still smiling.
"What blood type are you?"
"Oro my blood type? I actually don't remember, it's been ages since I've been to a hospital- but I am a very hard worker as Ouka can attest- I arranged the flowers here for the Primary Election Party."
He nodded, "I see. Ouka, he is a very nice young man, now excuse me I have things to attend to."
Omi and Ouka bowed, Omi had a large sweatdrop on the back of his head.
"You never told me you were an orphan!"
Omi gulped, "I'm sorry Ouka-san, I. it never really came up. They've been dead ever since I worked at Koneko no Same Ie; I just thought everyone knew after a while. Please forgive me."
"Alright, I will. But how did you like my father?"
Omi again swallowed hard forcing a smile, "He seemed like a very. important man." Omi settled upon, thinking evil, dark, maniacal, vicious, or sinister wouldn't be the exact way to phrase things for Ouka.
Manx glanced at Omi and then returned to Shuichi.
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Reiji approached Shuichi as the party wound down "Shuichi I believe my daughter may start dating someone soon."
"Oh really, that's wonderful."
"I don't know if it is, the young man looks like Mamoru, I want you to do a thorough report on this Tsukiyono Omi and immediately, can I trust you to handle this?"
"Are you sure? Reiji, do you understand what you're asking me to do?"
Reiji's determined look confirmed it for him.
"I'll do it oniisan. Please leave it to me I'll have the information to you by the week's end. And, oniisan."
"Hai otouto?"
"Please do not tell people about my involvement in this, it is scandalous for a person in my position to do this."
"And it is equally as scandalous if my daughter were to be involved with Mamoru, this conversation will stay between you and I."
"Hai."
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Inside his plush office Persia looked at Manx. "What did he say to Reiji?"
"He informed him that he was orphaned only a few years back, that Mamoe is his grandmother and that his parents died in a car accident in America, his father working for a growing electrical company."
He nodded. "We can work with that. I want you to start planting files about this Tsukiyono family and tie the mother into Mamoe's bloodline as her daughter, make sure all of Bombay's nearest relatives live either out-of- country, deceased or have common names to the area."
"Hai."
"Do you think Mamoe will go along with the story?"
"Hai, she always does." He nodded back to her.
"Good, then, inform Bombay of any information he may need to present at later times- and Manx."
"Yes Persia?"
"Arigatou."
She bowed, "Arigatou iie."
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Farfarello smiled a particularly hungry smile. He licked at the blood falling down his knife.
Crawford looked at Masafumi's mangled corpse and the fresh corpses of two girls.
"You ARE an artist, aren't you Farfarello?" He draped a cover over the two servant girls dead at the side of Masafumi's grandfather.
Nagi kept squeezing the man's heart with his telekinetic power until the heart came to a stop.
Schuldig looked at Nagi, "You can relax Nagi, he's dead."
Nagi nodded. "Crawford, why was this of any significance?"
He looked at the boy with a sense of giddy, "Once Schuldig kills Ouka, Takatori Reiji's path is set and our dreams will come."
Schuldig smiled at that, "Are you saying, now for all of us to hear that *I* get free access to do what I want?"
"Yes so long as you limit it to the girl AND that Omi can still battle by the week's end."
"And her mother?"
"Is insignificant either way to our plans, but her photo album is important so make sure no harm comes to that."
Schuldig nodded and walked towards the car, he was ready to have some fun.
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Omi made a large dinner, carefully cutting sushi and forming the rice in his hands, making the special sauce for the unagi.
Ken poked his finger into a bowl housing green-tea ice-cream.
"KEN-KUN! No! Don't do that! I'm making Green-Tea ice-cream! Get out of here! You're ruining my dinner!"
"Oi! Gomen, GOMEN! It just all smells so good."
"Hanarete!"
Ken was quickly chased out of the room as Omi used a fork to remove the part Ken touched in the bowl. Aya looked into the room and at Ken's injured pride.
"What did Hidaka do?"
"Aya-kun! Can you help me for a minute? I need someone to get the wasabi powder down," He looked at Ken outside. "Ken, could you put the Pocky I arranged out?"
"Oi, what's going on Omi?" Ken asked to Omi, and then with no response, Aya.
Omi sighed, "I'm making dinner."
"I can SEE that, but you never minded me picking at things before." Ken stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but that's because we never have company, Ouka-san is coming over tonight. She's the first guest I've ever had over for dinner and her mom runs a restaurant so I want everything to be perfect!"
Ken nodded, "I see. I thought you said you didn't like Ouka.?"
"Ken OUT!" Omi and Aya said simultaneously, both bothered by his meddling. Ken laughed waving it off.
"It's cute how you couples finish each other's sentences." Ken teased, "When is she due in Omi?"
Omi looked at the time, "Half an hour."
Aya took down a set of five plates from the cabinet. "Five, right?"
Omi nodded, "Hai. Arigatou Aya-kun!"
"Hn."
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Omi filled Aya's glass, Ouka's, Ken's, Yoji's, and his with green tea.
Ken took a large bite out of the salmon-skin hand roll. "Oi, Omi you outdid yourself, this is excellent."
Aya, a bit subtler took a bite of the dragon roll and agreed to Ken's statement with a nod.
Yoji sipped on his tea, "This is a cruel joke Omi, making me only drink tea with a sushi dinner! Why can't I have hot sake?"
Aya stabbed the piece of sushi Yoji was reaching for as a delicate implication of what fate would befall him if he hurt Omi's feelings or ruined the dinner. "Because you're an asshole when you're drunk." Aya noted without a hint of remorse.
Ouka stifled a laugh.
Yoji glanced over at Omi informing his he was about to see a show. "Oh of COURSE everyone gets to laugh at the funny blond playboy. don't you guys realize Omi here's becoming the resident on that though?"
Omi's eyes shot wide, with a pleading look for Yoji to shut up immediately.
Aya glared at Yoji with a look that read a much less desperate- much more violent look that read the same thing. Ken just snickered and knew fireworks were about to begin, feeling horribly that Omi had to go through it deep down.
Yoji continued, "I mean, secret crushes, dates with Ouka, making her dinner. I think it's obvious he likes you, Ouka-san. He's just shy! Now aren't you Omi?"
Omi put his bowl of rice up to his mouth where he began shoveling it so Ouka didn't see his face. He looked down at his green tea and took a solemn drink. "I don't know what you're talking about, Yoji! I don't have a crush."
"Oh that's right, you said you were dating someone, right?"
Omi began choking on his drink. Aya glared at Yoji and looked concerned towards Omi once, "Kudou- you're an asshole sober too. Drink some damn sake and shut up." Aya said practically dumping the bottle of hot sake onto Yoji's lap.
"Hey! Don't be like that- oi. Omi, you didn't really ask her out yet. oi. Gomen, gomen nasai. I didn't mean to take away your bullet there, chibi."
Omi stood from the table, tears threatening to pour any moment. "Please excuse me. Ouka-san, please forgive me, I'll be right back." Ken got up from the table and followed him. Aya rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers trying to massage away the oncoming headache.
"He really did work hard on the dinner." Aya noted, taking a bite of sushi. Omi would be okay once he got over the initial discomfiture, Yoji on the other hand was going to get his ass handed to him once Ouka left and depending on Omi's mood once he fell asleep- although Aya wouldn't be against beating Yoji to an audience. And Ken! What was he thinking practically goading Yoji on with that damn look! That baka! "Are you drunk yet Yoji?"
Yoji slammed down his glass, "Off of sake? Impossible!" He hiccupped. "Okay, so maybe it is possible. Why d'you ask Aya?"
Aya looked back to Ouka. "Because I plan on waking you up at 6 AM to open the store by yourself with the hangover, baka."
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Omi wiped at his face with the running water twice more.
"Ken-kun, why does Yoji have to be so stupid?! Ken! Why did you mention anything to him about a crush- I, Ouka's going to hate me. that or think I'm going to ask her out. Ken, I just met her DAD. This sucks." He put his head in his hands. "My only true friend my age, that I don't live with, and she going to hate me now!"
"Calm down Omi, she won't. How could she? She adores you, and with good reason. Now get back out there before you look awkward."
"Hai, arigatou Ken-kun."
Omi slipped out of the bathroom, drying his face.
//So tell me about Ouka's dad.// Schuldig helped Ken.
"Oi, so Omi, what's Ouka's dad like anyways?"
He wiped at his face. "I. I'll tell you later, alright?"
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//Crawford, this is so much fun! Weeee! I practically can sit back and watch while Ken and Yoji devastate him. Ahahahaha, it has me giddy!//
//Concentrate, Omi needs to realize he is related to her. that he has murdered his brothers.//
//Ja, that will be fun, nein? But I'm saving that for tonight. Her end will be more dramatic tomorrow, it's supposed to rain.//
Crawford's lip curled. "You have an eye for drama don't you?"
//I'd say it's more of a taste really.//
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Omi returned to the table, "I'm sorry, I'm back." Omi kneeled back down to sit beside Ouka and Aya. He noticed Yoji was drunk. "Well, Yoji that was quick, even for you." He noted with a bit of sarcasm at Yoji's drunken state.
He looked to Ouka, "He usually." he blushed, why did they have to be so embarrassing? Well, everyone but Aya. "Needs two bottles before he gets drunk."
Aya tapped two empty bottles together, "He's on number three, without any help of course."
Omi's eyes widened. "Oh, I see. Ouka, I'm really sorry about tonight. I didn't mean for this to. happen. I am so embarrassed that Yoji. was being himself."
"It's alright Omi-kun. He always teases you at the shop, it's only natural he teases you here in your own home isn't it?"
"Hai, I guess so. Thank you for understanding."
"Think nothing of it, now, Omi-kun, it's getting late and I have to head home." They both stood, Omi escorting her to the door. "Would you like to watch a movie sometime? Jurassic Love is coming out this Friday."
Omi nodded, "That would be great, Ouka-san."
"I'll meet you at the theater then, my treat."
Ouka left just as a wave of thoughts struck Omi's mind like a sledgehammer to the base of his skull.
//You killed her brothers you know. All under the guise of kin, but was it really a guise, Mamoru? Were you really hiding or living out your family's expectations of you? Brother killer.//
"Gyah. no. no." Omi clamped a hand over his mouth Ouka now out of eye and earshot.
//Brother Killer.// Schuldig hummed it like a mantra. Omi stumbled into the wall.
'Brother. killer.'
//You even remembered you were Mamoru but out of spite pretended you were not. Are you going to kill her too? Your only friend outside of WEISS.//
Omi swallowed hard. This couldn't be. real. a horrible nightmare, he'd had them often enough maybe this was a day-mare? A waking nightmare that he couldn't escape?
Aya put a hand on Omi's shoulder. "Omitchi, are you alright? You look pale."
"Gyah!" He grabbed his chest and looked at Aya, "You startled me." His hand slid to his forehead. "What is WRONG with Yoji?! E'. I'm never having friends over again!" He slid his face into Aya's chest, the redhead taking it as cue to comfort the boy.
"Don't worry about it. She knows we're like a family, though not the most orthodox form. Families have the duty of embarrassing members to outsiders, and that's why tonight I'm super-gluing all of Yoji's hair into dreadlocks."
Omi snickered. "Aya-kun! That's mean. I bet you weren't even going to invite me to watch."
Aya smiled lightly, "Was too."
Omi kissed Aya's chest. "Maybe something less permanent, or visible instead." Omi's eyes sparkled. "Let's replace his little black book with drag-queen phone numbers!"
Aya's smile turned to a wicked one, "I like that idea. Hm, I think Ken knows a few too."
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TBC.
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Next few chapters- Yoji'll be AWFULLY embarrassed, a new mission will be assigned- and surprise! Confrontation with Schwartz! (And possibly Schreient.) Stay tuned!
Bai!
Disclaimer- Don't own Weiss, but I'd like to. .must. get. ZeroSum for . Side B.
Omi no Kiken Part 14: Sankakkei ano Shokku
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He arrived at the party exactly on time, not early not late but just as he swore- 7:00 PM sharp!
Once Ouka showed, Omi's breath went, she looked amazing- a beautiful red dress- though it did have straps, her hair was styled perfectly, up in a new up-do that Omi was unfamiliar with name-wise but looked gorgeous. Ouka quickly spots Omi and takes him on rounds introducing him to the most important of people.
"And this is the new Ministry of Energy Yamakou Genji." Ouka bowed her head once, Omi following her lead. The man looked at her and nodded then carried on his conversation.
"Over there-" Ouka pointed towards a man with a beard and man with a mustache, "is my father. Please stay here, I want you to meet him!"
He nodded, "Mm, alright Ouka."
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"Otousan!"
"Ouka-chan!" Reiji bowed down to hug his daughter leaving his conversation with Shuichi and his assistant Erika.
"Konban wa, Ouka-san!" Shuichi started, "It's been ages since I last saw you."
"Konban wa Ojisan!" She returned her look to her father, "Otousan, I brought a boy to the Party that I would like you to meet."
"A boy? Is he your boyfriend?"
"More like a boy who's a friend, he is very important to me, will you meet him?"
"Of course, anything for you Ouka!" She smiled and rushed to Omi.
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Omi looked at Ouka strangely. "Meet your father. wait! What's his name? I'd hate to make a fool out of myself."
"Takatori-san." Ouka smiled as Omi's eyes fell into shards.
"Taka.tori.san?"
"Hai!" Ouka pulled him before he could wake from his reverie.
Shuichi's face dropped suddenly as he saw Omi encroach, "Erika-san, did you find the Minister of Finance yet? I did need to talk to him about scheduling a game of golf."
Sensing his urgency she bowed, "Hai, sir, he was this way."
Shuichi bowed, "Gomen, oniisan, I'll see you later perhaps for dinner?"
Reiji nodded, "Of course Shuichi, this will give me a perfect chance to speak with Ouka's friend."
He smiled as he left making his way towards the Minister of Finance. "Erika, find out what Omi's doing here please, and inform me of everything."
"Hai."
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"So, your name is Tsukiyono Omi?"
Omi nodded, "Hai, and you are Takatori Reiji-san. Ouka-san has told me wonderful things about you and what you've done for the community." Omi lied, blatantly, but with each word a warm smile that kept his lies looking like innocent truths.
"I can't help but say you look familiar. What do your parents do?"
Omi dug for something to say, a new lie feeding to his mind. "My parents? Oro. they died in America a few years ago, my father belonged to a branch of a growing electronics company and had gone over to America as a representative, my mother and he died in a car accident when my father had sent for her to house-hunt."
"Oh, then who do you live with?"
"Mamoe, my grandmother. She owns a flower shop that I work at."
He nodded, "How old are you Omi-san?"
"I'll be 18 by the end of February." Omi said, still smiling.
"What blood type are you?"
"Oro my blood type? I actually don't remember, it's been ages since I've been to a hospital- but I am a very hard worker as Ouka can attest- I arranged the flowers here for the Primary Election Party."
He nodded, "I see. Ouka, he is a very nice young man, now excuse me I have things to attend to."
Omi and Ouka bowed, Omi had a large sweatdrop on the back of his head.
"You never told me you were an orphan!"
Omi gulped, "I'm sorry Ouka-san, I. it never really came up. They've been dead ever since I worked at Koneko no Same Ie; I just thought everyone knew after a while. Please forgive me."
"Alright, I will. But how did you like my father?"
Omi again swallowed hard forcing a smile, "He seemed like a very. important man." Omi settled upon, thinking evil, dark, maniacal, vicious, or sinister wouldn't be the exact way to phrase things for Ouka.
Manx glanced at Omi and then returned to Shuichi.
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Reiji approached Shuichi as the party wound down "Shuichi I believe my daughter may start dating someone soon."
"Oh really, that's wonderful."
"I don't know if it is, the young man looks like Mamoru, I want you to do a thorough report on this Tsukiyono Omi and immediately, can I trust you to handle this?"
"Are you sure? Reiji, do you understand what you're asking me to do?"
Reiji's determined look confirmed it for him.
"I'll do it oniisan. Please leave it to me I'll have the information to you by the week's end. And, oniisan."
"Hai otouto?"
"Please do not tell people about my involvement in this, it is scandalous for a person in my position to do this."
"And it is equally as scandalous if my daughter were to be involved with Mamoru, this conversation will stay between you and I."
"Hai."
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Inside his plush office Persia looked at Manx. "What did he say to Reiji?"
"He informed him that he was orphaned only a few years back, that Mamoe is his grandmother and that his parents died in a car accident in America, his father working for a growing electrical company."
He nodded. "We can work with that. I want you to start planting files about this Tsukiyono family and tie the mother into Mamoe's bloodline as her daughter, make sure all of Bombay's nearest relatives live either out-of- country, deceased or have common names to the area."
"Hai."
"Do you think Mamoe will go along with the story?"
"Hai, she always does." He nodded back to her.
"Good, then, inform Bombay of any information he may need to present at later times- and Manx."
"Yes Persia?"
"Arigatou."
She bowed, "Arigatou iie."
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Farfarello smiled a particularly hungry smile. He licked at the blood falling down his knife.
Crawford looked at Masafumi's mangled corpse and the fresh corpses of two girls.
"You ARE an artist, aren't you Farfarello?" He draped a cover over the two servant girls dead at the side of Masafumi's grandfather.
Nagi kept squeezing the man's heart with his telekinetic power until the heart came to a stop.
Schuldig looked at Nagi, "You can relax Nagi, he's dead."
Nagi nodded. "Crawford, why was this of any significance?"
He looked at the boy with a sense of giddy, "Once Schuldig kills Ouka, Takatori Reiji's path is set and our dreams will come."
Schuldig smiled at that, "Are you saying, now for all of us to hear that *I* get free access to do what I want?"
"Yes so long as you limit it to the girl AND that Omi can still battle by the week's end."
"And her mother?"
"Is insignificant either way to our plans, but her photo album is important so make sure no harm comes to that."
Schuldig nodded and walked towards the car, he was ready to have some fun.
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Omi made a large dinner, carefully cutting sushi and forming the rice in his hands, making the special sauce for the unagi.
Ken poked his finger into a bowl housing green-tea ice-cream.
"KEN-KUN! No! Don't do that! I'm making Green-Tea ice-cream! Get out of here! You're ruining my dinner!"
"Oi! Gomen, GOMEN! It just all smells so good."
"Hanarete!"
Ken was quickly chased out of the room as Omi used a fork to remove the part Ken touched in the bowl. Aya looked into the room and at Ken's injured pride.
"What did Hidaka do?"
"Aya-kun! Can you help me for a minute? I need someone to get the wasabi powder down," He looked at Ken outside. "Ken, could you put the Pocky I arranged out?"
"Oi, what's going on Omi?" Ken asked to Omi, and then with no response, Aya.
Omi sighed, "I'm making dinner."
"I can SEE that, but you never minded me picking at things before." Ken stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but that's because we never have company, Ouka-san is coming over tonight. She's the first guest I've ever had over for dinner and her mom runs a restaurant so I want everything to be perfect!"
Ken nodded, "I see. I thought you said you didn't like Ouka.?"
"Ken OUT!" Omi and Aya said simultaneously, both bothered by his meddling. Ken laughed waving it off.
"It's cute how you couples finish each other's sentences." Ken teased, "When is she due in Omi?"
Omi looked at the time, "Half an hour."
Aya took down a set of five plates from the cabinet. "Five, right?"
Omi nodded, "Hai. Arigatou Aya-kun!"
"Hn."
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Omi filled Aya's glass, Ouka's, Ken's, Yoji's, and his with green tea.
Ken took a large bite out of the salmon-skin hand roll. "Oi, Omi you outdid yourself, this is excellent."
Aya, a bit subtler took a bite of the dragon roll and agreed to Ken's statement with a nod.
Yoji sipped on his tea, "This is a cruel joke Omi, making me only drink tea with a sushi dinner! Why can't I have hot sake?"
Aya stabbed the piece of sushi Yoji was reaching for as a delicate implication of what fate would befall him if he hurt Omi's feelings or ruined the dinner. "Because you're an asshole when you're drunk." Aya noted without a hint of remorse.
Ouka stifled a laugh.
Yoji glanced over at Omi informing his he was about to see a show. "Oh of COURSE everyone gets to laugh at the funny blond playboy. don't you guys realize Omi here's becoming the resident on that though?"
Omi's eyes shot wide, with a pleading look for Yoji to shut up immediately.
Aya glared at Yoji with a look that read a much less desperate- much more violent look that read the same thing. Ken just snickered and knew fireworks were about to begin, feeling horribly that Omi had to go through it deep down.
Yoji continued, "I mean, secret crushes, dates with Ouka, making her dinner. I think it's obvious he likes you, Ouka-san. He's just shy! Now aren't you Omi?"
Omi put his bowl of rice up to his mouth where he began shoveling it so Ouka didn't see his face. He looked down at his green tea and took a solemn drink. "I don't know what you're talking about, Yoji! I don't have a crush."
"Oh that's right, you said you were dating someone, right?"
Omi began choking on his drink. Aya glared at Yoji and looked concerned towards Omi once, "Kudou- you're an asshole sober too. Drink some damn sake and shut up." Aya said practically dumping the bottle of hot sake onto Yoji's lap.
"Hey! Don't be like that- oi. Omi, you didn't really ask her out yet. oi. Gomen, gomen nasai. I didn't mean to take away your bullet there, chibi."
Omi stood from the table, tears threatening to pour any moment. "Please excuse me. Ouka-san, please forgive me, I'll be right back." Ken got up from the table and followed him. Aya rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers trying to massage away the oncoming headache.
"He really did work hard on the dinner." Aya noted, taking a bite of sushi. Omi would be okay once he got over the initial discomfiture, Yoji on the other hand was going to get his ass handed to him once Ouka left and depending on Omi's mood once he fell asleep- although Aya wouldn't be against beating Yoji to an audience. And Ken! What was he thinking practically goading Yoji on with that damn look! That baka! "Are you drunk yet Yoji?"
Yoji slammed down his glass, "Off of sake? Impossible!" He hiccupped. "Okay, so maybe it is possible. Why d'you ask Aya?"
Aya looked back to Ouka. "Because I plan on waking you up at 6 AM to open the store by yourself with the hangover, baka."
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Omi wiped at his face with the running water twice more.
"Ken-kun, why does Yoji have to be so stupid?! Ken! Why did you mention anything to him about a crush- I, Ouka's going to hate me. that or think I'm going to ask her out. Ken, I just met her DAD. This sucks." He put his head in his hands. "My only true friend my age, that I don't live with, and she going to hate me now!"
"Calm down Omi, she won't. How could she? She adores you, and with good reason. Now get back out there before you look awkward."
"Hai, arigatou Ken-kun."
Omi slipped out of the bathroom, drying his face.
//So tell me about Ouka's dad.// Schuldig helped Ken.
"Oi, so Omi, what's Ouka's dad like anyways?"
He wiped at his face. "I. I'll tell you later, alright?"
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//Crawford, this is so much fun! Weeee! I practically can sit back and watch while Ken and Yoji devastate him. Ahahahaha, it has me giddy!//
//Concentrate, Omi needs to realize he is related to her. that he has murdered his brothers.//
//Ja, that will be fun, nein? But I'm saving that for tonight. Her end will be more dramatic tomorrow, it's supposed to rain.//
Crawford's lip curled. "You have an eye for drama don't you?"
//I'd say it's more of a taste really.//
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Omi returned to the table, "I'm sorry, I'm back." Omi kneeled back down to sit beside Ouka and Aya. He noticed Yoji was drunk. "Well, Yoji that was quick, even for you." He noted with a bit of sarcasm at Yoji's drunken state.
He looked to Ouka, "He usually." he blushed, why did they have to be so embarrassing? Well, everyone but Aya. "Needs two bottles before he gets drunk."
Aya tapped two empty bottles together, "He's on number three, without any help of course."
Omi's eyes widened. "Oh, I see. Ouka, I'm really sorry about tonight. I didn't mean for this to. happen. I am so embarrassed that Yoji. was being himself."
"It's alright Omi-kun. He always teases you at the shop, it's only natural he teases you here in your own home isn't it?"
"Hai, I guess so. Thank you for understanding."
"Think nothing of it, now, Omi-kun, it's getting late and I have to head home." They both stood, Omi escorting her to the door. "Would you like to watch a movie sometime? Jurassic Love is coming out this Friday."
Omi nodded, "That would be great, Ouka-san."
"I'll meet you at the theater then, my treat."
Ouka left just as a wave of thoughts struck Omi's mind like a sledgehammer to the base of his skull.
//You killed her brothers you know. All under the guise of kin, but was it really a guise, Mamoru? Were you really hiding or living out your family's expectations of you? Brother killer.//
"Gyah. no. no." Omi clamped a hand over his mouth Ouka now out of eye and earshot.
//Brother Killer.// Schuldig hummed it like a mantra. Omi stumbled into the wall.
'Brother. killer.'
//You even remembered you were Mamoru but out of spite pretended you were not. Are you going to kill her too? Your only friend outside of WEISS.//
Omi swallowed hard. This couldn't be. real. a horrible nightmare, he'd had them often enough maybe this was a day-mare? A waking nightmare that he couldn't escape?
Aya put a hand on Omi's shoulder. "Omitchi, are you alright? You look pale."
"Gyah!" He grabbed his chest and looked at Aya, "You startled me." His hand slid to his forehead. "What is WRONG with Yoji?! E'. I'm never having friends over again!" He slid his face into Aya's chest, the redhead taking it as cue to comfort the boy.
"Don't worry about it. She knows we're like a family, though not the most orthodox form. Families have the duty of embarrassing members to outsiders, and that's why tonight I'm super-gluing all of Yoji's hair into dreadlocks."
Omi snickered. "Aya-kun! That's mean. I bet you weren't even going to invite me to watch."
Aya smiled lightly, "Was too."
Omi kissed Aya's chest. "Maybe something less permanent, or visible instead." Omi's eyes sparkled. "Let's replace his little black book with drag-queen phone numbers!"
Aya's smile turned to a wicked one, "I like that idea. Hm, I think Ken knows a few too."
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TBC.
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Next few chapters- Yoji'll be AWFULLY embarrassed, a new mission will be assigned- and surprise! Confrontation with Schwartz! (And possibly Schreient.) Stay tuned!
Bai!