Ehh...part two of Hoshiko's (late) birthday present. Just what you wanted, star kid. Yohji angst with a side of Omi angst. Yay! ^_^;;

~silvershadeus~

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.

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The Little Things - Part 2

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Omi did not have a good feeling about what he was doing. In fact, he was feeling more than slightly nervous about it, although it would have killed him to admit to such a thing. Glancing at his watch, he sighed and got to his feet. Crossing the room, he paused, looking back over his shoulder at the large window.

The view really was quite beautiful, and for once he wished he could simply appreciate it for what it was.

Sighing again, he made his way to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup, grimacing when he realized it had gone cold some time before. Not that he particularly liked the taste of coffee, but he'd been working late into the night the last few days and needed the boost the caffeine could give him to remain awake and alert.

Sipping the cold coffee, his gaze flicked back to the window and the buildings beyond, a wry twist to his lips.

He hated this, oh how he hated it. Even though he knew it was necessary, some part of him couldn't help but feel that it was wrong. That he should have refused. Something was going to happen, and he just knew that it was not going to be good

Idly, he wondered how Yohji and Ken were handling the shop on their own while he'd been gone. Yohji, he was sure, was bound to be surly and obstinate in his absence. He'd heard enough about it from Ken the last time he'd been away for a few days on a school trip, something that had both amused and horrified him.

Amused because he'd never imagined that he had that much of an impact in Yohji's life to be missed so sorely, and horrified because...well, it was frightening that Yohji needed him that badly. Oh certainly he'd been touched beyond words at the realization that Yohji loved him that much, but it was dangerous for Yohji to need him so much. Dangerous for him to need Yohji that much.

They had no guarantees, even less than other people, that they would be able to be by each other's side for the rest of their lives. They had no guarantee that they would be able to grow old together, and that was what scared Omi. Because he wanted that. He wanted it more than he could say.

The four of them flirted with death on a daily basis, and quite honestly, he was amazed that all of them were still alive after so long. Which only made that fear all the stronger. If Yohji was like that when he was gone for less than a week, what would he be like if he were gone forever?

Strangely enough, Omi didn't find the fact that he was contemplating his own death odd. He was, not quite resigned to it, but he accepted that it was inevitable in his line of work. He wasn't stupid, he knew that sooner or later he would run into someone who was better and faster than he was, and when that day came, he could only hope that his was the only life taken.

Perhaps it was a bit fatalistic of him, but he didn't care. So long as the others were safe, that was all that mattered to him.

Sighing once more, he dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink and rinsed the cup out, setting it upside down on the counter to dry. Walking back to his laptop, he settled back into the couch and waited for the blueprints to finish downloading.

Almost of their own will, his eyes went to the window once more. He could glimpse the roof of the building across the way, a small office building that reached only a third of the height of the hotel he was staying at. Which, he knew, had been part of the reason that particular hotel had been chosen in the first place.

He'd had trouble signing into the hotel that first day due to his appearance. As Yohji delighted in telling him, on numerous occasions, he hardly looked his age. The desk clerk had taken one look at him when he'd requested a room, and nearly burst out laughing.

Her expression had turned grim and foreboding the moment he requested a room for two, which he was sure hadn't looked very good. He'd had no choice but to trust in the fact that Yohji had known what he'd been talking about when he gave people 'that look of his'. Yohji had claimed that no one, not even surly, cranky Aya could resist it.

So he'd smiled prettily for the poor old woman, and she'd crumbled instantly. She handed him papers, which he'd signed, still with that look on his face, and then she'd handed him a pair of card keys. She'd offered to get a bellhop to help him with his bags, but he'd upped the wattage of his smile and politely refused.

Gifting her with another one of his bright smiles, he'd made his way to the stairwell, instinctively avoiding the elevator. By the time he reached the floor his assigned room was on he was nearly out of breath, and was more than relived to have at last reached his destination.

That had been two days ago, and he'd been cooped up in the room since then, busy plotting a strategy for the mission Manx had forced on him. Earlier that morning he'd accessed city planner computers for the blueprints for the office building he'd been watching the last few days.

He wanted, with a sort of desperation that he'd never felt before, for the whole thing to be over with. He wanted to go back to his apartment over the flower shop, hug Yohji, and do other things with him. He wanted to go back where he could be with his friends and laugh and joke with them. He hated working alone, and he hated working alone without being able to tell the others about what he was doing.

It had been hard enough telling Yohji that he was going on a class field trip out of town for a few days, but having to lie to Yohji had nearly killed him. Even as he'd had Yohji sign the release papers that would allow him to go on the trip, there had been a little voice in Omi's mind screaming that what he was doing was wrong.

Everything that he'd ever learned, that he'd ever been told about relationships like the one he ad with Yohji said that they should be based on truth. And he'd done his best to follow that creed, but he'd had no choice this one time. And Yohji, as one of his legal guardians hadn't even been aware that he'd been lying.

He'd felt sick at that. That he was apparently such a good liar that even Yohji, who knew him best, didn't know when he was lying. Yohji trusted him, believed him when he told him things, whether it be about flowers or something mission related. Yohji listened to him, and he took his advice to heart.

Such a little thing, but it meant the world to Omi.

Starting as a series of sharp knocks on the outer door of the room, Omi spared a glance at his laptop as he stood up. Paranoia having been ingrained into him from the beginning of his life with Kritiker, Omi grabbed one of his darts and tucked it into his sleeve, just in case.

Making his way into the main room of the suite, Omi paused to look through the fisheye viewer, his lips twisting into a wry smile as he recognized his visitor. Stepping back, he undid the chain and deadbolt before opening the door. He took another step back as he pulled the door open to allow his guest entry.

Closing and locking the door, Omi brushed past the slender figure, leading the way to the side room where he'd set up his laptop.

"I'm downloading the building blueprints at the moment, and I think I see a way into the building. Manx gave me the information we'll need once we're inside."

Violet eyes swept over the room, eventually coming to rest on Omi.

"How long?"

His forehead furrowing as he frowned, Omi nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment before replying.

"Three hours at the most. They have heavy security on their files, which is why we were called in, I think. It'll take at least twenty to thirty minutes for me to crack their password and bypass any other security measures the might have added since the last time Kritiker tried to get at their files. Then another fifteen to twenty minutes to filter through their legitimate business files to find what we're looking for. Probably an hour to an hour and a half to copy everything to disk and plant the virus, and then another thirty minutes to cover my tracks. That gives us a little over an hour of extra time, just in case."

Aya nodded at the younger man's estimation. That sounded about right, even with the padded time.

"Get on it when you're ready."

Omi nodded, and then paused as he caught Aya's expression.

"Aya?"

Shaking his head, the redhead looked down at his teammate, trying to tell himself that the feeling of foreboding he felt was simply his own imagination.

"I dislike this entire situation."

Omi knew what he was saying, and he agreed wholeheartedly with the redhead. They were used to doing missions that required only two people, that wasn't out of the ordinary. What was this time was the fact that they had been forced into taking a mission that would normally take three people at the least, and going into it with just the two of them. Added to that the fact that they had had to keep the mission a secret from heir other teammates, and it added up to something neither of them liked to think about.

He shrugged helplessly.

"Manx's orders." He said, knowing here was nothing else he could say.

From the moment they'd joined Weiß, their lives had stopped being theirs. They had no choice in situations like the one they were in now, which had been made abundantly clear on previous occasions.

Aya made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat and walked over to the window.

Shrugging to himself, Omi turned back to his laptop, all too aware of Aya's presence a few feet away. He could all but feel the redhead's unease from where he sat.

"What did you tell them?" Omi asked, not looking up from the screen of his laptop.

Aya snorted softly, violet eyes scanning the city skyline before him.

Glancing up at the older man, Omi felt his lips quirk into a small smile. He should have known, considering that this was Aya he was talking to.

"You just left, didn't you?"

Aya turned to look at him, one eyebrow arched.

"I told them I'd be back on Thursday."

Omi stifled the urge to laugh. The others knew better by now than to question Aya whenever he went off on his own, which was to their benefit this time. Neither Ken nor Yohji would have risked one of Aya's glares out of idle curiosity. Most likely, they would assume that he'd gone somewhere to brood, or to see the mysterious sister of his that they'd all heard about but never actually seen.

"And I'll be on my 'class trip' until Tuesday. They'll never know, will they?"

If there was a hint of regret in Omi's voice, neither of them acknowledged it.

Aya shrugged and turned back to his city watching.

Omi sighed inwardly and sat back, getting as comfortable as he could.

"There are two bedrooms, you can take the one on the left if you want to rest before the mission tonight, Aya."

The redhead nodded, although he did not seemed inclined to move from his position any time soon. Omi shrugged again. It was Aya's call if he wanted to catch some sleep, not his. He'd simply offered him the option.

As though sensing the direction of Omi's thoughts, Aya glanced at him, one corner of his mouth turned up into the barest of smiles.

"Thank you, Omi."

Pleasantly surprised, Omi smiled back at him.

"You're welcome, Aya."

Feeling a little better, Omi fiddled with a loose thread on the cuff of his sleeve, wondering why Manx had chosen him and Aya for this particular mission.

He knew he was necessary for the mission for his computer skills, but as for Aya...why him and not Yohji or Ken? And why had she planned it so that it wouldn't seem as if the two of them were on a mission together?

Manx had obviously planned the whole mission situation very carefully. Omi's class was indeed on a trip to Kyoto and would be out of town until Tuesday. That way none of his classmates could show up at the flower shop in his absence and give him away. And Aya leaving to go off on his own was a routine occurrence. The fact that he would be getting back a few days after Omi did would dispel any suspicion that the two of them had been involved in anything together.

Or so the theory went.

Sighing, Omi rubbed his eyes wearily, wishing that the damned mission were over already so that he could join his class in Kyoto and try to live a semblance of a normal life. If only for a little bit.

And then his laptop beeped softly, signaling that it had finished downloading the blueprint files.

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TBC...

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