Omi no Kiken: Part 34 Omi wa Koibito

A/N: If you choose to go to adult fan fiction dot net, you might just so happen to scroll upon part 34 of Omi no Kiken, the long awaited lemon (well, it's not that great) but, for the record… The HIATUS is over.

Omi no Kiken, Part 35 Warum ist mein blut hier?

The blond was in a particularly glowing state as his dreams took him, though where they chose to take him left him with some serious questions as to whether he was a masochist.

After the best couch-sex Omi could have ever imagined, not as if he imagined those sorts of things, Omi was so spent he couldn't help but sleep it off. Why, however, his dreams kept reflecting upon some strange amphitheatre with satanic statues and three elderly people, or Aya-chan, he had no idea. He had no clue why he'd have any notion of Sakura, either, but all of this was becoming, quite quickly, nightmarish.

He could hear Schuldig's nasal voice rasping a snide set of, "Well, gut morgen katzchen! Du gluhst!" Which in his dream actually made sense to him; why Schuldig was saying good morning or that he was glowing… No, why Schuldig was even there was perturbing.

He was sweating, tossing his head in a fit from side to side as he could see and hear things without any real sense to them. He saw a world fold over on itself, he saw someone who could have been Schuldig's gay(er) cousin with blue-green hair and wearing enough leather to shake a stick at. He felt like he had fallen into an S&M gay-bar, or Yoji's leather wardrobe in all earnest.

Omi's eyes shot open, his head pulsing. He reached for the corners and as he wiped the sweat off his face, examining his palms, he saw a trace of crimson making his eyes widened. He touched his lip, no, no over-passionate kisses doing it, below his nose… He had a nose-bleed. He didn't really think it was from the sexual image of anyone in that horrible of an outfit.

Ran entered the room, looking at him. "Omi… you're bleeding!"

"Ah, I wonder why." Omi asked genuinely curious, himself. Ran pressed a cloth to his nose and tilted Omi's head up, helping him pinch where he was supposed to, to control the bleed.

Concern laced the violet eyes as he observed Omi, "Well, did you want anything to drink or eat?"

Through plugging his nose, Omi's voice came out congested, "I doughnut think sew. I loaf you."

"…I… love you too." Ran smiled, Omi was precious looking.

Omi bent over, head pulsing, his eyes fogged over as he felt a pulse rake over him.

He fell back into the bed, his blank expression startling Ran. "Omi… Omi are you okay?!"

"Essett wolle mir habe für sein neu Welt. Sagt deinen Abscheide jetzt."

Omi's eyes shot back to focused blue in time to hear a clamor at the shop's glass showcase.

"What the hell was that!" Ran asked, and not about the smashed glass.

"I… I don't know… I heard something downstairs, we should check it out…"

"Like hell, wait here." Ran handed Omi his handgun. "Keep that with you and shoot anyone who tries to walk through that door without identifying themselves. Understand?"

Omi nodded once.

With that, Ran grabbed his sword and went to investigate.

To be Continued.

Essett will have me for their new world. Say your farewells now.

And I know, uber short, but hell, it's something. I'm hoping if I hit the next arc I'll actually start writing more again, I'm so sorry I've lagged! And myes, aff dot net would be the place to look for Part 34 if you are over 18. Also, anyone correct my bastardized Japanese and I expect to see you sign in to every OTHER story with poorly used Japanese too, I don't like it when people play favorites. As for the German, if that's crap, I do apologize, I should know better… but it's been a few years since my last class so it may be a bit rusty but I think my verb-order is correct.