Omi watched the light filter in through his blinds. He hadn't gotten any sleep lately. Ouka was always on the edge of his dreams, smiling never realizing what her Papa did or who he was. Then the abhorrence of seeing who and what he was. Her brother, the assassin, was trying to kill their father. No longer her beloved 'Omichan', but a killer, and her brother. He thought about the incestuous kiss they had shared, he had thought it was nauseating then, and it had been his first kiss.

He shook his head, not wanting to remember the end of that. She was dead. The redhead from Schwartz had killed her. He felt like he was betraying her memory. How could he? He rolled out of bed. No time to consider what had happened. Now, he had to live for the present, even if he hurt those only weeks dead.

Coffee was already brewing; he could smell it as he made his way to the kitchen. Yoji, Ken, and him had the shop today. 'Joy of joys, the playboy who can't count and the bumbling jock with a flower shop full of idiotic girls' he thought bitterly. 'How many pots has Ken broken, especially lately, and how many times has Yoji screwed up in book keeping?' he sighed as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 'God, the only one with any sense around here is Aya, who's an uptight asshole who hates me because my father is Takatori. Don't I feel loved.'

Omi added sugar and cream to his coffee. He used to hate coffee, he found it too bitter, now he just added condiments until there was very little coffee left. He glanced around, before opening a cabinet. He rummaged through it as best he could until he found a small bottle. He took two of the black caffeine pills and then took a sip of his coffee. He shoved the bottle in the very back of the shelf, with the other drugs none of them wanted the others to know they were taking. It was all hidden behind aspirin, cold medicine, heart burn-crap, etc.

He glanced at the refrigerator, checking the various messages. The fridge door was a type of message board for them. Everything was posted there from deliveries to phone messages to announcements and appointments. Also, as of late Ken had decided they all needed a bit of religion in their lives, so now there was a bible quote everyday. Omi paused a moment to read it, occasionally it would make him smile because of the simple absurdity. Here was the newest one:

Seek good and not evil,
that you may live;
and so the Lord , the God of
hosts, will be with you,
just as you have said.
~Amos 5.14

Omi smiled, feeling as bubbly as he used to before he forced himself to take comfort in the arms of the enemy. He finished his coffee, and went up stairs to see his two fellow assassins, and pretend it didn't matter that Ken broke another pot, and Yoji gave the wrong change or did add correctly.

"OMI! Where have you been? The store's been open for over an hour." Yoji called, as Omi tied the apron around his waist. "Did you take some girl into the back or what?" Yoji winked at the younger boy as he emerged form the back.

For some odd reason, maybe due to more missions and less sex, the comment enraged Omi. He didn't want to deal with the idiot brunette calling him a hetero, or the fan girls who wanted to believe he was. Omi was tempted to scream "Yoji! I'm a fucking Homo! You know, the ones that wear purple, and put rainbows all over everything. Girls hold no fucking appeal. Get that through your dirty moronic brain. I fucking came on to you last month, or have you forgotten? And, for your information I have a boyfriend I would not trade for a goddamn skanky bitch whore. Unlike like you, with your playboy 'I'll fuck whatever walks'-bi motto." Omi turned a bit red due to almost uncontrollable temper, but most of the girls assumed it was a blush. Lately, maybe due to his newfound family relations and the death of his sister, Omi had developed quite a temper, and often bottled it up until a mission. On the mission, he would take out his murderous rage on their target.

Yoji laughed, "Does poor little Omi feel embarrassed?" Omi hefted a plant to move into a vacated spot by a window. Or, at least that's what the girls assumed he was doing. He was actually giving Yoji a subtle warning that simply said 'Say one more thing and you'll have a concussion instead of a 'poor little Omi' to worry about.

As the last girls paid for the last of their flowers, more hurried out the door of the Koneko so they wouldn't be late. As they did, Omi smiled happily, and pretended that nothing was bothering him. The leers and various advances didn't faze him, or at least that's what they thought. They also thought that he was a hetero, and if it weren't for the income the girls brought in, he would drop the act. As the last one filed out the door, Omi's façade didn't change, he just continued to move plants and water them. Then, a silvery glint caught his eye, and he sent down his pot. He bent down and picked up a 100-yen piece. Ken and Yoji glanced over from what they were doing.

"Hey Omi, you know that when ever you find money, it's an angel's kiss." Ken smiled and added some purely religious bullshit to Omi's thoughts. Omi's thoughts, however, changed from the normal track, to something a little more religious. He got the idea of his beloved feminine lover with beautiful white wings, flying down from heaven and kissing him. The thought almost gave him an erection, as it became a bit more intimate than a mere kiss.

"Hey, Omi, an angel is 'paying' you." That wrecked his train of thought. Yoji might as well dropped a bucket of American snow on his head.

"I feel dirty." Omi muttered plaintively, pocketing the coin.

"Get used to it." Yoji snickered and went back to whatever dimwitted thing he was doing before Ken's comment about the money. Omi was sick of this. He refused to stay in the shop with the two idiotic teammates of his making fools of themselves.

"I'm going to run a few deliveries, try not to brake anything, and please don't touch the books. Make Aya do them whenever he gets back." Omi pleaded, trying not to sound bossy and full of contempt. He picked up a box of deliveries and went down into the garage to get his scooter.

He loved his scooter; the cuteness of it always astounded him. He sat the flowers in their little basket thing and mounted it. He almost turned it on as his beeper went off. 'Damn all the fucking missions.' He thought as he pulled it out of his pocket.

"1_4_3"

Omi smiled, the message needed no explanation. He flipped on the scooter, and left the garage, carefully dodging Aya's Porsche, and Ken's motorcycle. He prayed that there would be no mission, for Schwartz or Weiss, simply because, he had someone he wanted to be with tonight. The numbers were a code he had developed after Yoji had come very close to finding out whom his mysterious lover was. The code was after something he had heard about Americans from Crawford himself. He still found it hard to believe the father-like figure would help him conceal his affair from others. It America girls would write numbers instead of words. '1 4 3' was a rather common one for 'I love you'. The adopted the system and it was hilarious to see Yoji trying to decipher the numbers off a faxes he would get occasionally.

He drove through Tokyo, looking for the first address, as his beeper started going off again. Omi was half-afraid it'd be a mission, but did think it would be. He stopped in a parking lot, and checked it.
"2 7 1 4 3 6" He laughed. He wondered if his lover was really the psychic one, and not Schuldig. In a few moments another code came up. "5..." The 5 was followed by a few numbers, then "4 3 2" The deliveries could wait, because he had some other business to attend. A horny lover was not something he was about to pass up, nor something that would wait.


*The numbers stand for 'No Mission I want to see you tonight' 'hotel' 'come see me'