Will You Remain?



By Zanzou Youko



Ok...this is my first fic, and I really hope it doesn't suck. Im kinda wondering if I should change the title. Well, for warnings, AU I suppose, maybe some shonen ai in the future, and almost definitely OOC.



Prologue



Aya walked down a hallway. He was looking for something... No.. Not something... Someone... Omi. That was who he searched for... If only he could remember why...



He rounded a corner and was faced with-BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!



Aya jerked awake, looking around. He was in his apartment above the Koneko no Sumi. It was 6:00 AM. He would arouse suspicion if he didn't get up at his usual "I can get up at insane hours and still function" time. What an odd dream..

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Aya looked up from his flower arrangement. Another fangirl. Strange. He had never seen her before. Usually it was always the people come over and over again. Perhaps these people actually wanted to BUY something instead of fawning over them. In fact, she was actually looking at the displays, instead of the workers.



So, as every good flower boy would do,[1] he headed over to the potential customer.



"May I help you?" he asked girl, as he studied her. She had shoulder length brown hair, and was waring non-descript jeans and a T-shirt.



"Bombay," sha said. Aya stiffened. She was part of Krikiter? "I seem to have lost my bombay cat. I saw him go into this store. Have you seen him?"



Aya relaxed marginally. She had just lost her cat. He wasn't a member of Krikiter. "What does he look like?" he asked finally.



After he had found the girl his cat, she left. Aya wasn't sure why, but he was glad she was gone. There was something about her he didn't like.

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As she left the shop, the girl let out a small laugh. "And so it begins..." she muttered, as she walked away down the street.



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[1]Zanzou: Starts laughing her head off.





While writing this, I was listening to by WK CD, and for some reason I found it really depressing...and I was eating pocky. I wonder what it's going to do to the script.

You know, this is actually going to be an Omi centered fic. I wonder if I'll still manage it.