Ohayo, minna-san! This is the second chapter of "Dreams" (as if you didn't know.) The first chapter was short, so I wrote more this time. Go me! Please review!!
Does Yohji notice me constantly staring at Aya? I think he does. He laughs at me a lot. We haven't told Omi and Yohji about our relationship yet. I don't think Aya's ready. Before I admitted my feelings to him, he didn't even think about sex, let alone acknowledge his sexual preference. Me, on the other hand, knew I was gay, but I was still a virgin. Pathetic, yes, but i wanted my first time to be with some one special.
Aya was helping a flirtacious high school girl. I watched her jealously, knowing that my nostrils were probably flaring like a hot air balloon, but I didn't care. My nostrils flared when I got jealous. Aya said it was endearing. Yohji said it made me look stupid. I think Yohji is stupid. I'll bet he has HIV or something and doesn't even know it yet. Stupid.
I cut my finger again. I need to stop doing that. It happens every day; I'll stare at Aya for too long, getting too distracted from my work and cut myself.
Aya immediatly got a band-aid from behind the counter along with a baby-wipe and some anti-bacterial cream. He does that every day, cleaning my cuts for me. He wipes off the gathering blood, smears on the cream, puts on the band-aid, throws away the baby-wipe and wrapper, puts away the cream and goes back to work with out saying a word.
He always does it silently, but I know he's doing it because he cares. Will he always care? Will he always be there for me when I cut myself or fall on the floor? No. I know he won't. He'll find somebody better. He's already found tons, but hasn't realized it yet. My poor, blind redhead...
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What is Ken thinking about? He's been clumsier recently and very distant. I'm worried. Though I think his clumsiness is adorable, He's eventually going to hurt himself and it won't be pretty.
Yohji keeps laughing. I don't know why. I glance over at Ken. His nostrils are flaring again. I smile inwardly. I love it when he's jealous. He's so cute. It's hard to think of myself as something to be jealous about. I mean, Yohji is constantly calling me a cold, heartless bastard. I'm not heartless. Just logical.
Omi was in the back working on a mission that we had tonight. It's strange. Ever since I recognized my feelings for Ken, I wanted him to skip out on missions or just not volunteer. It's because I want him to be safe. I couldn't keep Aya-chan safe, but it's different for Ken. If he was gone, I think I'd just jump off a building or something. That sounds so idiotic, but it's true. Oh, kami-sama, I'm being romantic in a weird twisted way. I think the world is ending.
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We infiltrated an illegal cloning facility. Aya was going to take the target with Yohji as backup. Omi hacked into the survailence system while I monitored the hallways. Lucky me.
About 20+ guards that were all clones of each other decided they wanted to try and beat the living crap out of me. Fun, ne? I had to fight like there was no tomorrow, cause if I didn't, for me, there wouldn't be a tomorrow. Their blood splattered everywhere as my claws tore through the meaty flesh and muscle. It soaked my clothing, coated my exposed face, stuck in my hair so that each strand stuck together, giving me dredlocks as I spun around.
With every ten guards I killed, fifteen more seemed to appear. They probably had a thousand back there just waiting for their cue to come and rip him apart one cell at a time.
"Siberian, target has been eliminated. Move out," Omi's voice rang through my headset. I ran. I ran through the halls, trying not to trip over the slaughtered bodies that littered the hallways. The men were chasing me, so I ran faster. I came to a deadended hallway. Nowhere to go but up. So I did just that.
I took those stairs two at a time, running like I never had before. Then i ran out of stairs witht the men still hot on my heels (which were in a lot of pain at that point). I ran across the roof and jumped onto the next roof, then ran even more.
That next twenty minutes or so, I jumped across more roofs than I care to count. When I finally got home, I was totally exhausted. Now, not only were my clothes soaked with blood, but sweat as well. All I neede was tears to complete the trio.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Omi asked.
"Of course he isn't!" Yohji said over-dramatically, "He's covered in blood and he smells like a dead animal."
"Thank you, Yo-tan" Aya got so jealous and cute when I used Yohji's nickname, "I'm too tired to hit you right now, thankyou, Omi. You messed up majorly this time. You are forgiven. Good night, all."
I trudged to my room and locked the door behind me. the sheets were fresh and clean since I hadn't slept in my own room in a while. I fell into bed, not bothering to crawl under the covers or change my clothes, falling asleep instantly.
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//The kids laugh as they kick the ball back and forth. I smile. Theyr'e so happy, innocent, untainted. Not like me. I glance at my watch when I notice the parents standing by their cars, watching their children proudly.
"Ok, guys," I say, "Good job today. You've all been working very hard and this Sunday, we're going to give those Green Eagles a run for their money!"
The kids cheered and threw their arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He mussed up their hair and watched in horror as he noticed everywhere he touched them he left a bloody hand-print. His hands were stained with blood, tainting everything he touched.
He screamed.//
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I bolted upright, cold sweat streaming down my forehead and neck. It caked my hair to my forehead while I panted for air. I heard footsteps of people running down the hall. Voices of people talking outside my door pulled me back to reality.
"Ken-kun?! Are you alright?" Came Omi's frantic call.
"Y-yes, I'm fine." I stutter, not really sure if I was lying or not.
"What the hell is wrong?" Was Yohji's agitated remark.
I breathed deeply, trying to hide my fear and exhaustion. "Nothing. I'm fine, I said."
"Hey, Ken, we have this weird idea in our heads that when you start screaming like the devil's stealing your soul at three in the morning that something's wrong."
I walked over over and opened the door.
"I just had a nightmare. It's not important."
"Ken-kun, we're a team. If one of us has a problem, that puts a damper on us as a team. I think we should all sit down and discuss this." Stupid Omi. Why did he have to be so smart?
So a few seconds later, we were all sitting on my bed with washing the flaking blood off my arms and face.
"Ok," said Omi, "What was the dream about?"
"Well, have you ever seen the movie "IT"?"
They all shook their heads.
"Well, in that movie, there's this evil clown; stop laughing; and the clown can only be seen by who it wants to be seen by. At one point in the movie, this guy that is trying to kill the clown in the library and the clown makes all these balloons float around that only the guy can see. The ballons start to pop, leaving splatters of blood all over the books and people, but no one sees it but him. That's kind of what happened in my dream. Everything I touched had a blood stain on it. And it scared me."
"Take off your shirt." was the only response I got from Aya. Omi smiled at me sympathetically and Yohji just kind of chuckled.
"We all have bad dreams every so often, Ken-kun. When I found out about my family, I had tons of dreams about millions of chibi-Ayas with katanas chasing me shouting "Shi-ne Takatori!" Omi giggled.
Aya glared at him, then kind of crinkled his nose. "It soaked through your clothes."
I had splotches of dried blood all over my torso. Yohji whistled in surprise.
"I'de hate to see you take your pants off."
"I'm not even going there." Aya said. I could tell he was thinking, 'Not while they're in the room, anyway.'
I grinned. He was mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Yohji laughed and yawned.
"Well, kiddies, its been fun, but this old man needs his beauty sleep."
"So I take it we'll see you in a few weeks, Yo-tan?" Omi joked.
"Saa, Omittchi!"
I laughed at them. Yohji got up and left. Omi gave me a hug and ran off. Aya stayed behind and pulled me into his arms.
"Are you going to be ok?" he whispered into my ear. His warm breath tickled the curl of my ear while his tongue flickered over and caressed my ear lobe, causing me to shiver.
"Y-yeah. I'll be fine, Aya. I don't really feel like doing anything tonight, if that's alright."
"Of course I don't mind. It's not like you're my sex slave or anything. I love you."
"I love you, too, Aya."
Ok, I couldn't think of a better way to end the chapter. Hope everybody likes this chapter better than the first!
Does Yohji notice me constantly staring at Aya? I think he does. He laughs at me a lot. We haven't told Omi and Yohji about our relationship yet. I don't think Aya's ready. Before I admitted my feelings to him, he didn't even think about sex, let alone acknowledge his sexual preference. Me, on the other hand, knew I was gay, but I was still a virgin. Pathetic, yes, but i wanted my first time to be with some one special.
Aya was helping a flirtacious high school girl. I watched her jealously, knowing that my nostrils were probably flaring like a hot air balloon, but I didn't care. My nostrils flared when I got jealous. Aya said it was endearing. Yohji said it made me look stupid. I think Yohji is stupid. I'll bet he has HIV or something and doesn't even know it yet. Stupid.
I cut my finger again. I need to stop doing that. It happens every day; I'll stare at Aya for too long, getting too distracted from my work and cut myself.
Aya immediatly got a band-aid from behind the counter along with a baby-wipe and some anti-bacterial cream. He does that every day, cleaning my cuts for me. He wipes off the gathering blood, smears on the cream, puts on the band-aid, throws away the baby-wipe and wrapper, puts away the cream and goes back to work with out saying a word.
He always does it silently, but I know he's doing it because he cares. Will he always care? Will he always be there for me when I cut myself or fall on the floor? No. I know he won't. He'll find somebody better. He's already found tons, but hasn't realized it yet. My poor, blind redhead...
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What is Ken thinking about? He's been clumsier recently and very distant. I'm worried. Though I think his clumsiness is adorable, He's eventually going to hurt himself and it won't be pretty.
Yohji keeps laughing. I don't know why. I glance over at Ken. His nostrils are flaring again. I smile inwardly. I love it when he's jealous. He's so cute. It's hard to think of myself as something to be jealous about. I mean, Yohji is constantly calling me a cold, heartless bastard. I'm not heartless. Just logical.
Omi was in the back working on a mission that we had tonight. It's strange. Ever since I recognized my feelings for Ken, I wanted him to skip out on missions or just not volunteer. It's because I want him to be safe. I couldn't keep Aya-chan safe, but it's different for Ken. If he was gone, I think I'd just jump off a building or something. That sounds so idiotic, but it's true. Oh, kami-sama, I'm being romantic in a weird twisted way. I think the world is ending.
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We infiltrated an illegal cloning facility. Aya was going to take the target with Yohji as backup. Omi hacked into the survailence system while I monitored the hallways. Lucky me.
About 20+ guards that were all clones of each other decided they wanted to try and beat the living crap out of me. Fun, ne? I had to fight like there was no tomorrow, cause if I didn't, for me, there wouldn't be a tomorrow. Their blood splattered everywhere as my claws tore through the meaty flesh and muscle. It soaked my clothing, coated my exposed face, stuck in my hair so that each strand stuck together, giving me dredlocks as I spun around.
With every ten guards I killed, fifteen more seemed to appear. They probably had a thousand back there just waiting for their cue to come and rip him apart one cell at a time.
"Siberian, target has been eliminated. Move out," Omi's voice rang through my headset. I ran. I ran through the halls, trying not to trip over the slaughtered bodies that littered the hallways. The men were chasing me, so I ran faster. I came to a deadended hallway. Nowhere to go but up. So I did just that.
I took those stairs two at a time, running like I never had before. Then i ran out of stairs witht the men still hot on my heels (which were in a lot of pain at that point). I ran across the roof and jumped onto the next roof, then ran even more.
That next twenty minutes or so, I jumped across more roofs than I care to count. When I finally got home, I was totally exhausted. Now, not only were my clothes soaked with blood, but sweat as well. All I neede was tears to complete the trio.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Omi asked.
"Of course he isn't!" Yohji said over-dramatically, "He's covered in blood and he smells like a dead animal."
"Thank you, Yo-tan" Aya got so jealous and cute when I used Yohji's nickname, "I'm too tired to hit you right now, thankyou, Omi. You messed up majorly this time. You are forgiven. Good night, all."
I trudged to my room and locked the door behind me. the sheets were fresh and clean since I hadn't slept in my own room in a while. I fell into bed, not bothering to crawl under the covers or change my clothes, falling asleep instantly.
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//The kids laugh as they kick the ball back and forth. I smile. Theyr'e so happy, innocent, untainted. Not like me. I glance at my watch when I notice the parents standing by their cars, watching their children proudly.
"Ok, guys," I say, "Good job today. You've all been working very hard and this Sunday, we're going to give those Green Eagles a run for their money!"
The kids cheered and threw their arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He mussed up their hair and watched in horror as he noticed everywhere he touched them he left a bloody hand-print. His hands were stained with blood, tainting everything he touched.
He screamed.//
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I bolted upright, cold sweat streaming down my forehead and neck. It caked my hair to my forehead while I panted for air. I heard footsteps of people running down the hall. Voices of people talking outside my door pulled me back to reality.
"Ken-kun?! Are you alright?" Came Omi's frantic call.
"Y-yes, I'm fine." I stutter, not really sure if I was lying or not.
"What the hell is wrong?" Was Yohji's agitated remark.
I breathed deeply, trying to hide my fear and exhaustion. "Nothing. I'm fine, I said."
"Hey, Ken, we have this weird idea in our heads that when you start screaming like the devil's stealing your soul at three in the morning that something's wrong."
I walked over over and opened the door.
"I just had a nightmare. It's not important."
"Ken-kun, we're a team. If one of us has a problem, that puts a damper on us as a team. I think we should all sit down and discuss this." Stupid Omi. Why did he have to be so smart?
So a few seconds later, we were all sitting on my bed with washing the flaking blood off my arms and face.
"Ok," said Omi, "What was the dream about?"
"Well, have you ever seen the movie "IT"?"
They all shook their heads.
"Well, in that movie, there's this evil clown; stop laughing; and the clown can only be seen by who it wants to be seen by. At one point in the movie, this guy that is trying to kill the clown in the library and the clown makes all these balloons float around that only the guy can see. The ballons start to pop, leaving splatters of blood all over the books and people, but no one sees it but him. That's kind of what happened in my dream. Everything I touched had a blood stain on it. And it scared me."
"Take off your shirt." was the only response I got from Aya. Omi smiled at me sympathetically and Yohji just kind of chuckled.
"We all have bad dreams every so often, Ken-kun. When I found out about my family, I had tons of dreams about millions of chibi-Ayas with katanas chasing me shouting "Shi-ne Takatori!" Omi giggled.
Aya glared at him, then kind of crinkled his nose. "It soaked through your clothes."
I had splotches of dried blood all over my torso. Yohji whistled in surprise.
"I'de hate to see you take your pants off."
"I'm not even going there." Aya said. I could tell he was thinking, 'Not while they're in the room, anyway.'
I grinned. He was mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Yohji laughed and yawned.
"Well, kiddies, its been fun, but this old man needs his beauty sleep."
"So I take it we'll see you in a few weeks, Yo-tan?" Omi joked.
"Saa, Omittchi!"
I laughed at them. Yohji got up and left. Omi gave me a hug and ran off. Aya stayed behind and pulled me into his arms.
"Are you going to be ok?" he whispered into my ear. His warm breath tickled the curl of my ear while his tongue flickered over and caressed my ear lobe, causing me to shiver.
"Y-yeah. I'll be fine, Aya. I don't really feel like doing anything tonight, if that's alright."
"Of course I don't mind. It's not like you're my sex slave or anything. I love you."
"I love you, too, Aya."
Ok, I couldn't think of a better way to end the chapter. Hope everybody likes this chapter better than the first!