Experienced Weiss Kreuz fans and authors:
Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Honey Pie... You Are Making Me Crazy-
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"Bad night?" Omi asked as I stomped into class.
I glared at him. "Don't fuck with me, Tsukiyono," I snapped.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. I hadn't called him Tsukiyono since we'd returned from our ordeal much earlier that year--of course he wasn't expecting that.
I moved back towards my old desk in the back of the class, and Omi followed me. When I sat down, he put his books on the desk next to mine.
"Don't make me drop Yokayama's desk on you," I hissed. "Leave me alone."
"What happened?" Omi asked, his voice worried. "Was it Schw... was it your family?" he asked, glancing around to see if anyone was sitting close enough to hear our conversation.
I started pulling out my homework, trying to ignore him. I growled as I realized I hadn't finished it. Omi saw, too.
"Nagi... I was thinking about what you said a few months back..." His voice trailed away, and I glanced up at him expectantly. He looked back at me, tapping his foot. "...That formula I'm having troubles with... Finals are coming up and... I... I don't have to work, this afternoon," he said quickly. "I traded shifts, so I could study... could you meet me at the library?"
...A vision of Omi, his slender body accented by the white sheet draped over him... Dim lights, blue eyes, and silken, honey-blond hair...
I turned my face away before Omi could see my cheeks start to redden. "I don't think so," I managed to say.
"Why not?" Omi asked. "Please, Nagi--I really need help with this formula. If there's anything you're having troubles with... language studies, or history..."
"Biology," I realized. "I'm failing biology."
"I can help," Omi pressed. "Just *please* help me with this formula!!"
I had to think for a few moments: Failing grade in biology... or Omi acing Calculus? Mixing up the stages of myosis and mitosis... or talking with Omi in a quiet library? Dead frogs in a jar... or Omi in a thin, white sheet...
"Okay," I breathed. Just don't make think about... *that*. I managed to compose myself, and bring my breathing back to normal. "I'll meet you at the library right after school." I just hoped Omi hadn't noticed my slip in character.
Omi grinned. "Great. Thanks, Nagi."
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As the end of the semester grew closer, the number of meetings in the library increased exponentially. I eventually realized that I wasn't helping Omi, at all. He, however, was pushing me to study like there was no tomorrow.
"Mendel's studies of dihybrids... the genetic code..."
"Mendel's studies are easy," Omi said. "It's just understanding the 9:3:3:1 ratio, and the Punnett squares."
I glanced at my notes. "I understand those."
"The genetic code is a little tricky," Omi added. "What do you need to know?"
I glanced at my study sheet and sighed. "Who cracked the code... how the ribosomes know when to start and stop... how the tRNA, mRNA, and ribosomes use the code to create proteins... This is ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "Why do I need to know this stuff? I'm not gonna be a doctor!!"
Omi winced as a few of people near us glanced over to see what the fuss was. He lowered his head and whispered, "I don't like it either. That's why I take chemistry--it's much more fun and useful, but right *now*..." he shook his head. "If you don't pass Biology, you don't pass your science credits... and you *know* what Crawford's gonna do if you fail."
That set me back on track. Crawford was a taskmaster, and if you failed him, you paid for it. "Fine," I grumbled. "Who cracked the code?"
Omi scooted his chair closer to mine, and reached out to flip the pages of the text book I had been glaring at. "Two guys named Matthaei and Nirenberg," Omi murmured, flipping to the right page. "Here it is!"
Omi had to lean in to run his finger over the words that outlined the history, and I shivered--Schu had enjoyed pressing me to see Omi in a different light, and hadn't stopped making suggestions and putting passionate images into my head. I didn't even throw him out of my room anymore, and he knew why...
I was enjoying it.
Schu entertained himself by throwing me thoughts of Omi draped in thin sheets, or soaking wet as he climbed out of the school pool... Eating ice-cream in a way that could only be considered obscene, yet unabashedly delicious, or a quiet dinner between us, and Omi would lean over the small table, using one hand to draw my face closer to his... I would reach up with my own hand, to tangle it in his sweet, honey hair...
"Nagi?" Omi's worried voice broke me out of my daydreams, and I could immediately feel my cheeks start to turn pink.
I glanced at him sidelong. "...Yeah?"
Omi tilted his head, and grinned. "Are you okay? I lost you, for a moment, there."
I returned a small, twitching smile. "...Fine." I licked my lips. How could I have let myself get distracted by Omi? I couldn't think about it... I wouldn't think about it. "Where were we?"
"The scientists decided to use an RNA triplet pattern to see what amino acid it created..."
Maybe, I thought, I was just lucky, and Omi hadn't noticed anything. On the other hand... maybe it was time I talked with Crawford.
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~Ah, the wandering one comes home.~
Farfarello looked up as Schu announced my arrival, but Crawford did not move a centimeter from his straight-backed position at his computer. I walked straight by them, and towards the stairs. I heard the couch groan as Schu stood, and then his clunky footsteps as he followed me up the stairs.
Once we reached my room, Schu followed me in. I dropped my backpack on the floor, and he grinned.
~Came up with another one for you, Chibi,~ Schu's mental voice snickered. Then I was hit by a vision of Omi and myself, lying in a bed of leaves. I recognized the landscape as part of the interior of a nearby park... an area unreachable by preset pathways. In the image, Omi pressed my back up against a tree, and his lips gently caressed mine. I reached a hand up to touch him...
"Oh, no you don't," Schu laughed. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Schu take a step backwards. My hand was suspended in midair, where I had been about to reach out to touch... "Save it for your little kitten," he added. "I didn't create *that* one."
I turned away as my cheeks burned. It was bad enough that Schu was able to get such an irresponsible reaction out of me, but I *hated* to blush and show my vulnerability. "What do you mean?" I asked, angry.
"That beautiful little play-by-play was courtesy of Brad, not me," Schu said, his voice teasing me.
I spun around. "You...!! You mean *Brad* knows?!"
Schu backed up until he was braced against a wall, and held his ribcage as he laughed almost maniacally. "Brad knows?!" he hooted. "Of *course* Brad knows!" He slid to the floor, breathing hard and trying to stop laughing.
I gritted my teeth. If Brad knew, then he would tell me to stop, and if I stopped, then that meant no more library meetings... no more tutoring for Biology... no more Omi.
"Don't worry about *that*," Schu gasped, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. "That little tidbit was one of dear ol' Brad's visions."
I was extremely tempted to throw something to wipe that idiotic grin off of Schu's face, but I restrained myself. Barely. Then I realized what he had said. "You mean... that's the future?" I asked. "That's going to happen?!"
"Mm-hmm..." Schu picked himself up off the floor. "I just came in to tell you..." He grinned and walked out the door. "Brad says, 'good luck.' And just a word of advice... don't de-claw the little kitty if it isn't really necessary."
Then he was gone. I shut my room door in a daze.
Omi was going to kiss me.
Omi was going to kiss me.
Omi was going to... I slapped myself, hard, and my cheek stung. I had to get a grip! Why was the idea of Omi kissing me... so wonderful? I felt my stomach turn over, and I decided to lie down.
I undressed and climbed into my bed, replaying the quick scene that Schu had shown me. Omi would kiss me... He would kiss me, and then I would reach my hand up, to touch him...
My stomach was turning somersaults, and I wondered if I was going to be sick. The more I thought about Omi, the more the feeling spread, up into my chest, and then it made me light-headed.
I giggled.
Maybe I was going crazy.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Schu, Schu, Schu... bastard, or best friend? Is he teasing our poor little Nagi, or is he honestly concerned?
The way I see it, he just has a very round-about method of helping Nagi out. You know how "cool" people are--they just can't let the facade slip.
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Forgive me, I beg of you. I am among the unfortunate, uninitiated people, who have never really seen or read the series, but I've formulated an idea of what happens, from the marvelous fanfictions out there that I've read.
As requested, this is the sequel to "Lavender," featuring the young and innocent Naoe Nagi, and his counterpart, the irrepressible Tsukiyono Omi.
Enjoy!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Honey Pie... You Are Making Me Crazy-
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"Bad night?" Omi asked as I stomped into class.
I glared at him. "Don't fuck with me, Tsukiyono," I snapped.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. I hadn't called him Tsukiyono since we'd returned from our ordeal much earlier that year--of course he wasn't expecting that.
I moved back towards my old desk in the back of the class, and Omi followed me. When I sat down, he put his books on the desk next to mine.
"Don't make me drop Yokayama's desk on you," I hissed. "Leave me alone."
"What happened?" Omi asked, his voice worried. "Was it Schw... was it your family?" he asked, glancing around to see if anyone was sitting close enough to hear our conversation.
I started pulling out my homework, trying to ignore him. I growled as I realized I hadn't finished it. Omi saw, too.
"Nagi... I was thinking about what you said a few months back..." His voice trailed away, and I glanced up at him expectantly. He looked back at me, tapping his foot. "...That formula I'm having troubles with... Finals are coming up and... I... I don't have to work, this afternoon," he said quickly. "I traded shifts, so I could study... could you meet me at the library?"
...A vision of Omi, his slender body accented by the white sheet draped over him... Dim lights, blue eyes, and silken, honey-blond hair...
I turned my face away before Omi could see my cheeks start to redden. "I don't think so," I managed to say.
"Why not?" Omi asked. "Please, Nagi--I really need help with this formula. If there's anything you're having troubles with... language studies, or history..."
"Biology," I realized. "I'm failing biology."
"I can help," Omi pressed. "Just *please* help me with this formula!!"
I had to think for a few moments: Failing grade in biology... or Omi acing Calculus? Mixing up the stages of myosis and mitosis... or talking with Omi in a quiet library? Dead frogs in a jar... or Omi in a thin, white sheet...
"Okay," I breathed. Just don't make think about... *that*. I managed to compose myself, and bring my breathing back to normal. "I'll meet you at the library right after school." I just hoped Omi hadn't noticed my slip in character.
Omi grinned. "Great. Thanks, Nagi."
---
As the end of the semester grew closer, the number of meetings in the library increased exponentially. I eventually realized that I wasn't helping Omi, at all. He, however, was pushing me to study like there was no tomorrow.
"Mendel's studies of dihybrids... the genetic code..."
"Mendel's studies are easy," Omi said. "It's just understanding the 9:3:3:1 ratio, and the Punnett squares."
I glanced at my notes. "I understand those."
"The genetic code is a little tricky," Omi added. "What do you need to know?"
I glanced at my study sheet and sighed. "Who cracked the code... how the ribosomes know when to start and stop... how the tRNA, mRNA, and ribosomes use the code to create proteins... This is ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "Why do I need to know this stuff? I'm not gonna be a doctor!!"
Omi winced as a few of people near us glanced over to see what the fuss was. He lowered his head and whispered, "I don't like it either. That's why I take chemistry--it's much more fun and useful, but right *now*..." he shook his head. "If you don't pass Biology, you don't pass your science credits... and you *know* what Crawford's gonna do if you fail."
That set me back on track. Crawford was a taskmaster, and if you failed him, you paid for it. "Fine," I grumbled. "Who cracked the code?"
Omi scooted his chair closer to mine, and reached out to flip the pages of the text book I had been glaring at. "Two guys named Matthaei and Nirenberg," Omi murmured, flipping to the right page. "Here it is!"
Omi had to lean in to run his finger over the words that outlined the history, and I shivered--Schu had enjoyed pressing me to see Omi in a different light, and hadn't stopped making suggestions and putting passionate images into my head. I didn't even throw him out of my room anymore, and he knew why...
I was enjoying it.
Schu entertained himself by throwing me thoughts of Omi draped in thin sheets, or soaking wet as he climbed out of the school pool... Eating ice-cream in a way that could only be considered obscene, yet unabashedly delicious, or a quiet dinner between us, and Omi would lean over the small table, using one hand to draw my face closer to his... I would reach up with my own hand, to tangle it in his sweet, honey hair...
"Nagi?" Omi's worried voice broke me out of my daydreams, and I could immediately feel my cheeks start to turn pink.
I glanced at him sidelong. "...Yeah?"
Omi tilted his head, and grinned. "Are you okay? I lost you, for a moment, there."
I returned a small, twitching smile. "...Fine." I licked my lips. How could I have let myself get distracted by Omi? I couldn't think about it... I wouldn't think about it. "Where were we?"
"The scientists decided to use an RNA triplet pattern to see what amino acid it created..."
Maybe, I thought, I was just lucky, and Omi hadn't noticed anything. On the other hand... maybe it was time I talked with Crawford.
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~Ah, the wandering one comes home.~
Farfarello looked up as Schu announced my arrival, but Crawford did not move a centimeter from his straight-backed position at his computer. I walked straight by them, and towards the stairs. I heard the couch groan as Schu stood, and then his clunky footsteps as he followed me up the stairs.
Once we reached my room, Schu followed me in. I dropped my backpack on the floor, and he grinned.
~Came up with another one for you, Chibi,~ Schu's mental voice snickered. Then I was hit by a vision of Omi and myself, lying in a bed of leaves. I recognized the landscape as part of the interior of a nearby park... an area unreachable by preset pathways. In the image, Omi pressed my back up against a tree, and his lips gently caressed mine. I reached a hand up to touch him...
"Oh, no you don't," Schu laughed. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Schu take a step backwards. My hand was suspended in midair, where I had been about to reach out to touch... "Save it for your little kitten," he added. "I didn't create *that* one."
I turned away as my cheeks burned. It was bad enough that Schu was able to get such an irresponsible reaction out of me, but I *hated* to blush and show my vulnerability. "What do you mean?" I asked, angry.
"That beautiful little play-by-play was courtesy of Brad, not me," Schu said, his voice teasing me.
I spun around. "You...!! You mean *Brad* knows?!"
Schu backed up until he was braced against a wall, and held his ribcage as he laughed almost maniacally. "Brad knows?!" he hooted. "Of *course* Brad knows!" He slid to the floor, breathing hard and trying to stop laughing.
I gritted my teeth. If Brad knew, then he would tell me to stop, and if I stopped, then that meant no more library meetings... no more tutoring for Biology... no more Omi.
"Don't worry about *that*," Schu gasped, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. "That little tidbit was one of dear ol' Brad's visions."
I was extremely tempted to throw something to wipe that idiotic grin off of Schu's face, but I restrained myself. Barely. Then I realized what he had said. "You mean... that's the future?" I asked. "That's going to happen?!"
"Mm-hmm..." Schu picked himself up off the floor. "I just came in to tell you..." He grinned and walked out the door. "Brad says, 'good luck.' And just a word of advice... don't de-claw the little kitty if it isn't really necessary."
Then he was gone. I shut my room door in a daze.
Omi was going to kiss me.
Omi was going to kiss me.
Omi was going to... I slapped myself, hard, and my cheek stung. I had to get a grip! Why was the idea of Omi kissing me... so wonderful? I felt my stomach turn over, and I decided to lie down.
I undressed and climbed into my bed, replaying the quick scene that Schu had shown me. Omi would kiss me... He would kiss me, and then I would reach my hand up, to touch him...
My stomach was turning somersaults, and I wondered if I was going to be sick. The more I thought about Omi, the more the feeling spread, up into my chest, and then it made me light-headed.
I giggled.
Maybe I was going crazy.
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Kasey's note of explaination:
Schu, Schu, Schu... bastard, or best friend? Is he teasing our poor little Nagi, or is he honestly concerned?
The way I see it, he just has a very round-about method of helping Nagi out. You know how "cool" people are--they just can't let the facade slip.
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