Notes: Pointless Omi x Nagi fluff!
This means Omi and Nagi being sweet and tender to each other. If
you like this, wonderful! Enjoy!
If not, wonderful! Don't
enjoy! Choose your path carefully.
Babble, not quite as random as usual: This fic was written for my dear friend
Naisumi, who was
plagued by the hideousness of having to write many, many
essays for her AP class. ::huggles::
Love ya!
Disclaimer: I do not
own Omi, Nagi, Aya, Ken, Youji, or any other character from Weiss Kreuz. I
think I like it better this way, though. Fanfics are more fun… ^.~
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The Night of the Many
Essays
By: Michiko
Omi sighed
heavily, exhausted. His eyelids were
drooping heavily and his brain throbbed at his forehead, pounding painfully
against his cranium. He lifted tired,
dainty, yet skilled and strong hands up to his temples and massaged them
gently. Azure blue orbs slid closed
slowly, and the soft hands made their way to the front of Omi's countenance as
he buried his face deep within his palms, grumbling incoherently into the heels
of his hands. When he finally returned
his fingers to the keyboard in front of him, he leaned his head back and
sighed.
"Two down,
three to go…" he announced his progress, printing the document that was
currently displayed on his screen and opening a new file. The blank screen taunted him jovially,
sadistically, and Omi groaned.
Aya and Ken
had gone out…it was their "anniversary"… Omi noted that they had come up with a
lot more reasons for anniversaries lately, and thus a lot more reasons to leave
the shop. Just a few weeks ago, they'd
left to go out on their "First time Ken punched Aya" anniversary, and a few
days before that was the "First time I made eye contact with you and wasn't
angry" anniversary. Omi didn't even
bother to ask what this one was.
Of course,
then, Youji had deemed this moment appropriate enough for him to slip out and
go on a date or visit a bar or something along those lines. Omi cared even less about what Youji was
doing with his time.
This had
meant, then, that Omi was in the shop alone, left to take care of the flowers
and the customers by himself, as well as having to do his five reports that
were due within the next two days at school.
"Stupid
friends…" Omi grumbled as he typed up a thesis for the next report. "The technological advances and scientific
discoveries made during the Renaissance enhanced our knowledge of the world and
the universe today," [*] he read aloud to himself. He shrugged his approval and continued typing.
A bell
ringing distracted Omi from his essay.
"Maa, a
customer…"
He rubbed
his eyes and put on a bright smile before entering the store. "Welco-- Nagi!"
Omi's hand
instinctively swung over his shoulder to grab the crossbow he forgot he wasn't
wearing.
"Relax,"
the midnight-eyed boy drawled lazily.
He was tired…exhausted, even.
"I'm not here to hurt you."
Omi grunted when he remembered he
didn't arm himself when in the flower shop and turned around to grab an empty
pot, just in case.
"What are you here for, then?"
The pot was held in plain
sight. Nagi started laughing.
"You're desperate, aren't you? I told you, I'm not here to hurt you."
Omi was a bit taken aback. He didn't think he'd ever seen the
chocolate-haired boy laugh. He put the
pot down.
"Sorry…instinct."
"I understand," Nagi sighed, leaning
forward on the counter that separated the two of them. "I'm bored," he stated plainly.
Omi blinked a few times at the boy
leaning against his counter, addressing him so casually, as if they hadn't attempted
to kill each other several times in the past.
"And…?"
"Well," Nagi started, shifting his
weight so that only one hip was leaned against the counter. "Brad's a tight-ass. He's got some 'business' to do right now,
which probably means he's jacking off in front of a porn site on his
computer. We all know he never gets any
action." Nagi sighed and
continued. "And then there's Farf,
who'd be more content with the fact that oranges are orange than with using his
time to…well, do something. I asked him
numerous times if he wanted to play a card game or something, but he didn't
seem interested at all. And then
Schuldich just wants to sit and stare at Farf, as if he's the most gorgeous
thing on the face of the planet. I was
too afraid to ask him to play cards with me…afraid I'd be punished dearly for
interrupting his…well, staring. And,
currently, the whole lot of us doesn't have any missions or anything productive
to do, so I decided to go on a walk.
And my feet carried me here."
Omi was growing more and more
astonished every moment the boy in front of him remained in front of him.
"Are you not aware of the fact that
we've tried to kill each other on numerous occasions?" Omi asked incredulously,
still not entirely sure he knew why Nagi was there.
Midnight eyes smiled, as did small,
full lips.
"Could you stop being paranoid for
at least a minute? Do you think I
actually care about Weiss's death?
No. You pose as a threat to Takatori,
and as his bodyguard, we have to fight you.
But I couldn't care either way.
Kill the bastard for all I care.
I never wanted to be there in the first place."
Omi was sure his jaw was polishing
the floor of the shop by now. Nagi
rolled his eyes.
"Isn't there anything here to
do? Do you have a deck of cards? Or maybe I can do some chores around the
shop…anything… I'm bored out of my mind."
Omi eyed the boy in front of him.
"You can write my essays for me."
To his surprise, the midnight eyes
widened and glowed. "Essays?"
"Ahh…yeah, for school…"
"What do you
have to write about?" Nagi queried, making his way around the counter so he
could stand near Omi.
"You…you
like writing essays?"
Omi was
constantly being shocked. He didn't
think his heart could take anymore of this.
"Love
it! I learn so much from them… So what
do you have to write about?"
"Well," Omi
started, subconsciously leading Nagi into the back to his computer. "I'm currently working on my 'How the
Renaissance was a bridge to the future' essay, for physics I have to write
about…well, anything physics related, I haven't decided on a topic yet. And in English, I have to write a short
story, at least six pages long, all in English."
"Wow…" Nagi
murmured, running his hand along the top of the monitor of Omi's computer. "Nice."
Omi
smiled. "It's all mine, paid for with
my own money, so don't break it."
Nagi smiled
back and shrugged, turning to the computer to read the words displayed across
the screen.
"Ooh,
interesting… So, do you have your research done?" Nagi asked, turning back to
Omi, who pinked slightly at the question.
"Ah,
sorta…well, no, not really." Omi
laughed sheepishly and brought a hand to the back of his neck.
"What were
you planning on writing for your essay, then?"
"I was
gonna…kinda…well, BS my way thro--"
"You never
BS an essay! You'll never learn
anything!" Nagi chided, looking around the room. "Do you have an encyclopedia?"
Omi mutely
pointed to the bookshelf where his collection of encyclopedias lay. Nagi hurried over and pulled out several,
setting them down and sifting through all of them at the same time.
"Galileo,"
he commented, floating the book over to Omi, who took it gently in his hands.
"Renaissance,"
was the next word out of his mouth as he floated the second encyclopedia
towards Omi.
"Leonardo
da Vinci," Nagi continued, floating the third book to the dumbfounded blonde.
"Telescope…
Microscope…"
Nagi turned
to Omi when the encyclopedias he'd chosen were all in the other boy's arms.
"That
should give you a good start. Now let's
see about organization. You should
probably start with…"
Omi found
his voice again. "What are you doing?"
he asked, setting the encyclopedias down.
"Helping
you write your essay," Nagi answered as if that was the single most obvious
thing in the world.
"Yes,
but…why?"
"You were
the one who suggested it. And I like
writing. And I'm bored. And besides…" Nagi leaned in uncomfortably
close to Omi. "…Why not?"
Omi's gaze
traveled over the lovely features of Nagi's pretty face and he felt his face
getting hot.
"Why did you
really come here?"
Nagi pulled
away and smiled sweetly at Omi.
"I told
you. I was bored."
"You
could've gone to an arcade or something…or downtown to some little shops. Why here?"
Nagi
chuckled as he turned his attention to the computer screen. He bit his lip and tried to think of a nice
paragraph to follow the last words Omi had typed. When he thought of something, his telekinesis began putting words
onto the screen.
"It's
killing you, isn't it? What do you want
the reason of my being here to be?" Nagi asked. He turned when he'd finished typing the paragraph with his
mind. "How's that?"
Omi began
chewing on his tongue nervously as he brushed passed Nagi to get a better look
at the computer screen. He scanned over
the paragraph.
"That…that's
not bad…" Omi commented airily.
"Thanks. Now, for the rest of your essay…" Nagi
leaned over so his weight was being supported on the computer desk. Omi turned to look at him as he spoke. "I think first you should talk about
Leonardo, then Galileo, then the microscope and telescope, and then any other
final points before you conclude it."
The words
had gone in one ear and out the other for Omi.
He nodded absent-mindedly.
"You didn't
hear a word I just said, did you?"
Omi shook
his head abruptly to bring himself back to consciousness. "Sorry."
Nagi smiled
wryly. "What's on your mind,
Omi-kun? Don't appreciate the help I'm
offering?"
Omi bit the
inside of his cheek and turned pink.
"Don't do that."
Nagi
laughed. "You're so fun to tease,
Omi-kun. Maybe I should come over more
often, ne?"
Nagi turned
his attention back to the computer before Omi had a chance to answer, having
just thought of another paragraph.
Within a few moments, a new paragraph was on the screen.
"How do you
do that?" Omi asked, feeling immediately stupid for being so amazed.
"What, type
without my hands?" Nagi asked, cocking his head to one side.
"No, do it
so quickly."
"When the
speed of your fingers isn't there to hinder you, you can type as fast as you
want," Nagi explained sagely.
Omi didn't
know how to respond, so he looked to the computer screen and read over the
paragraph.
"You're
good with words."
"I'm good
with other things, too…" Nagi commented absently as he placed a hand on Omi's
shoulder.
Omi shot
his gaze to Nagi and turned red, suddenly glad that Nagi wasn't a telepath like
his teammate Schuldich. Omi barely
noticed when Nagi's hand left his shoulder to join his other one on the
keyboard to type out a few words and see what would fit next. Omi shook his head to clear it. It had been a simple, absent-minded
gesture…probably something Nagi wasn't even aware he was doing. He watched Nagi type.
"Why do
that if you don't have to?"
Nagi
briefly turned his attention to Omi to let the question process in his mind
before turning back to the computer again.
"Sometimes
I prefer to use my hands."
Omi blushed
again. Since when was his mind in such
a gutter?
Nagi sighed
in defeat. "I dunno, I'm kind of at a
loss for words now."
Omi joined
Nagi at his side by the computer and read over what he'd most recently
typed. Something sparked in his own
mind and he added a few sentences of his own.
He could feel his face getting hot again…he hated writing in front of
people. He always felt like he was
under the constant watch of a critic when other people were in the room. He smiled when Nagi made a pleased noise of
approval and continued typing, finishing another paragraph and a half. Nagi finished off the paragraph and let Omi
conclude the essay. The two of them
read it over together, editing, revising, changing words around, and then Omi
hit print.
"Thanks a
lot!" Omi exclaimed, turning to face Nagi and turning red when he realized how
close the other boy's face was. Nagi
only grinned.
"Sure."
Omi slipped
away from Nagi to get the essay from his printer and added it to his pile.
"What
next?" Nagi asked from Omi's computer chair, which he just realized no one had
been sitting in.
"How about
physics? We can save the interesting
one for last."
"Are you
saying physics isn't interesting?" Nagi asked, accusatory.
"Well, I…"
Omi
suddenly stopped talking when he felt himself floating above the floor. His eyes widened when he saw that his feet
were no longer in contact with the ground.
"According
to some laws in physics, you shouldn't be able to do that," Nagi said,
obviously holding back a fit of giggles.
"Put me
down!" Omi demanded curtly, and Nagi obliged, letting Omi fall on his ass. "Itai…" he grumbled, rubbing one of his
cheeks gingerly.
Nagi smiled
and bit his lip. Omi could be so cute
sometimes…
"I have an
idea for a topic…" Omi said, limping towards the computer.
"Stop being
so melodramatic," Nagi chided. "What's
the idea?"
Omi rested
on the arm of the computer chair.
"Telekinesis and how is defies the laws of physics."
Nagi beamed
briefly, but covered it up with a fake pout.
"Do you just want that to be your topic because you won't have to
research anything?"
"Actually,
now that you mention it…" Omi considered, touching his index finger to his
chin.
Nagi pushed
Omi off the arm of the chair playfully, and the blonde landed hard on his ass
again.
"Hey!"
Nagi
laughed and stood, offering his hand to Omi to help him stand. Omi took it graciously and hopped to his
feet. Nagi looked so…
"Do you
actually want that to be your topic?"
Omi
shrugged. "Sure. I think it would be interesting."
Nagi
smiled, a sudden warmth filling his gut.
He swore he felt his face get pink.
"O-okay…
How do you want to start?"
Omi thought
for a moment, developing a thesis in his head.
When he thought of something, he dictated it to Nagi, who typed it up
into a new document. Nagi began reeling
off things he could do with his telekinesis and let Omi decide which he wanted
to write about. The blonde picked three
in particular that he though defied physics and expressed his ideas to Nagi,
who put them down in an organized manner in the essay. Omi concluded the essay and printed it after
it was revised and edited.
"I think we
should take a break," Omi said, putting the latest essay into a pile with the
others. "I've written four essays in a
row and my brain's a little fried."
Nagi
smiled. "Okay. What should we do?"
"Sit on the
couch and stare at the wall."
Nagi
laughed. "Your brain's that fried,
huh? How about we go down to the
arcade, or downtown to some little shops?"
Omi's lips
quirked upwards when Nagi echoed his own words from earlier that morning.
"Okay…but
if we play video games, you're paying."
Nagi
smirked. "Deal."
On the way
to the arcade, the boys discussed what Omi should write his short story about.
"Maybe you
could write about your life," Nagi suggested with a shrug.
"About
being an assassin?" Omi asked. It
didn't seem like a very good idea to him.
"No, not
about that. About something simple and
mundane…like happy memories from your childhood, or your first kiss or
something."
Mundane…mundane
was good. Happy memories from his
childhood? There were none that he
could recall. First kiss…? Well, he didn't have a first kiss to tell
about.
"Nagi…?"
Nagi turned
to the blonde he was walking next to and raised a delicate eyebrow, bringing
attention to his sparkling midnight eyes.
Omi almost sighed.
"What?"
Omi shook
his head. "Never mind."
"No…no,
what is it?" Nagi pursued the subject.
He hated being left hanging…being curious…wondering…
"I
just…well…have you ever kissed someone?"
Omi
suddenly felt very embarrassed. He
didn't know why he wanted to know such a thing…he just did. Nagi turned pink.
"Sort
of. Well…no, not really."
Omi felt a
sort of relief, a minor weight being lifted off his diaphragm. Okay, so he wasn't the only teenaged male
who had yet to experience his first kiss.
"You
haven't, either, have you?" Nagi asked.
He seemed a lot more comfortable than Omi with the fact that he'd never
kissed anyone.
Omi shook
his head mutely.
"Would you
like to?"
Omi turned
his head to look at Nagi, startled at the other boy's words.
"What?"
Omi barely
realized that he and Nagi had stopped walking.
"I asked,
'Would you like to?' It was a simple
question, really."
Omi opened
his mouth to say something, but the words in his brain were incomprehensible to
him and all that came out was a slow exhalation. Nagi exploited Omi's liability and leaned forward, placing a
soft, chaste, very ambiguous and exploratory kiss on Omi's parted lips. Omi closed his lips gently around the
outside of Nagi's lower lip, and when the chocolate-haired boy pulled away, his
lip slid softly away from Omi's mouth.
The midnight-eyed boy blushed delicately when Omi gazed at him, confused
and surprised.
"Gomen,
Omi-kun…" the apology was barely above a whisper.
Omi
responded by taking Nagi's face in his hands and pressing his lips against the
other boy's mouth for a more full, satisfying kiss. Nagi sighed through his nose as he wrapped his arms around Omi's
waist and parted his lips for Omi's eager tongue.
They never
made it to the arcade.
* * * * *
Omi sighed and cracked his back and
neck as he waited for the short story to print. He hoped his English teacher didn't mind him writing about
homoeroticism. He had taken Nagi's
first kiss suggestion into consideration and wrote about his day with the
chocolate-haired boy, from when he first came to the shop, to when they got
caught kissing in the middle of the sidewalk by a wary mother and her
four-year-old daughter. Nagi was
startled to find that time had passed by so quickly and had to rush back home,
but not before giving Omi his email address.
Omi promised to send him an email after he finished his writing
projects. Omi traveled back to the shop
alone, and it was a good thing, too, because when he had gotten back, Aya, Ken,
and Youji were standing in the middle of the room, waiting for him. When they asked where he'd been, he said
he'd needed a break from writing and had gone on a walk. They believed him. Besides, it wasn't entirely a lie.
Omi signed
online and began writing an email to Nagi.
He secretly hoped that Aya and Ken would have another anniversary soon
and that Youji would get bored and leave at the same time so that he could see
Nagi again. Come to think of it, his
teacher was planning on assigning them an essay to write on the piece of
literature they were currently reading, and in a few days it would be Aya and
Ken's "The first time we kissed after we admitted we were in love"
anniversary. And it wouldn't be much
trouble kicking Youji out of the shop.
Omi grinned.
"Sugoi…"
[*] - This is the essay I wrote for history… ^^;; Same
thesis and everything. Only I guess Omi
didn't have to make it 5 to 8 pages long.
^.~
~owari~
