Ack...sorry about that...for some reason ff.net decided to cut off most of this part when I uploaded it. Hopefully this time it'll let me load the whole thing. Sorry about the confusion everyone. _;;

~silvershadeus~


Disclaimer: I don't own anything Weiß Kreuz or the song 'Perfect Day' by Roxette - I'm just borrowing them for a while.

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Author: silvershadeus
Email: silvershadeus@yahoo.com
Title: Perfect Day
Type: Series [2/?]
Teaser: Yohji's drunk, and Omi finds him...
Rating: G...for now...>_
Spoilers: none...
Warning: Possible shounen ai later on
Keywords: Drunken Yohji, Omi, Ken...

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Perfect Day - Part 2

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Hey now -
It seems you've always
Touched me like the sun.

There's no escape for the broken-hearted,
There's no return once you've lost your way.

~Perfect Day~ Roxette

Poking his head into the kitchen as he heard the rattling of dishes, Ken couldn't quite hide the smile that made it to his lips. Omi, with a very put out expression on his face, was peeking into the cupboard over the sink, having to stand on tiptoe to do so. Shaking his head as his smile widened, Ken hoped Omi would hit his next growth spurt soon...

"What are you looking for, Omi?"

Omi turned, a tiny scowl on his face as he watched Ken cross the room to the fridge.

"Nothing."

Ken blinked, sticking his head up over the open fridge door at Omi's abrupt answer. Taking a closer look, Ken's eyes narrowed as a wave of anger washed over him. There were dark circles under Omi's eyes this morning, and his skin was paler than normal. The worst of it though, Ken realized with dismay, were Omi's eyes. Normally a brilliant shade of deep blue, they were dull and shadowed. Haunted, almost.

Yohji.

It had to be. The older man had been more depressed lately, sinking into one of his periodical funks and consequently dragging Omi down with him.

Doesn't that idiot know what he's doing? Every time he does this, it kills Omi a little more inside. Is he blind?

But no, Yohji probably didn't realize what he was doing. For someone who could be amazingly observant at times, Yohji was also incredibly talented at failing to see the obvious. It might have been funny, if not for the fact that Omi was suffering because of it.

"He went out again last night, didn't he."

He didn't make it a question, and both of them knew which 'he' Ken was referring to.

"Yes."

Straightening, Ken leaned on the fridge door, forcing Omi to make eye contact. He hated it when Omi refused to meet his eyes, and he hated it when Yohji was the cause behind it.

"He got drunk again."

Omi shuffled his feet uncomfortably, his eyes darting away form Ken's nervously.

"Yes." He answered, his voice barely a whisper.

Ken sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why did Omi feel he was responsible for Yohji? It wasn't his fault the older man had a self-destructive streak a mile wide when the mood suited him. It wasn't his fault that Yohji was so stuck on what he'd lost that he couldn't see what he had. It...it just wasn't his fault. That was all. Not his fault, and definitely not his responsibility.

"Omi..." He stopped, unsure of what he should say.

The look on Omi's face nearly broke his heart. It was obvious he was expecting some kind of lecture to leave well enough alone. That Yohji was an adult and certainly didn't need Omi looking after him. That Omi was stupid for doing so, time after time, only getting himself hurt in the process.

Taking in the definitely stubborn look in Omi's eyes, the defiant set to his jaw, Ken felt some of his anger drain away. Nothing he could say would change anything. That was just how Omi was. Stubborn and loyal, almost to a fault.

"Where is he now?"

Ken almost smiled as Omi stared at him, eyes wide.

"Ken-kun?"

One corner of Ken's mouth twitched upwards slightly at the worried tone in Omi's voice. No doubt thinking Ken was about to do something he shouldn't.

Like pounding some sense into that idiot's thick skull. He thought grimly.

"I just want to talk to him, Omi. That's all."

"Just talk, right?"

"Promise."

Omi's expression lightened visibly, a look of clear relief flitting through his eyes.

"He's in my room...he didn't quite make it to his..."

Of course. After all, Omi's room was closer to the door than Yohji's. Most likely, Omi had managed to get him that far before Yohji passed out.

"Still sleeping it off, huh?"

Omi nodded, not meeting his eyes.

"He drank a lot last night...I think he'll be out of it for a while."

Tugging absently on his bangs, Ken realized that of all of them, Omi would know best. After all, he was the one who took care of Yohji whenever he managed to get himself into a state like that. He probably knew to the exact moment when Yohji would wake from his alcohol-induced sleep.

"That can wait for later. Did you eat anything yet?" He asked, ducking back down to survey the contents of the fridge.

Knowing Omi, he hadn't even thought of eating breakfast yet, worried as he was over Yohji. And he'd barely eaten anything at dinner the night before, fretting over Yohji after the older blonde had rushed through the kitchen on his way out last night.

"...No."

Sighing, Ken shook his head and stood up, closing the fridge door. Omi blinked at him in surprise as he strode over to him. Looking down at him, Ken shook his head slowly, a sad smile on his lips. Omi was Omi, and nothing was going to change that.

"Come on."

"Ken-kun?"

Walking over to where their coats hung by the door, Ken grabbed his jacket, handing Omi's out to him.

"Breakfast, my treat." He said, opening the door.

Giving him a slightly confused look, Omi pulled his own jacket on and followed, casting one last glance over his shoulder as Ken shut the door behind them.

Gritting his teeth, he slung an arm around Omi's shoulders, gently leading him away from the building and down the street. His first priority was getting some food into Omi. Ken's eyes narrowed in anger.

Then he would deal with Yohji.


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TBC...

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