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Title: Ain't That Just The Way
Author: Vi-chan E-mail : sakaivi@hotmail.com
Category: Romance, angst, shounen-ai
Pairings: Nagi x Omi (of course!) Rating: Varies, but nothing NC-17 for this one ^_^
Warnings: This has yaoi in it, or rather shounen-ai. Does tend to get a bit bloody.
Notes: I've always loved toying with the idea of Nagi and Omi being childhood friends, and tried to make that a bit more plausible in this fic, but those are flash backs and such, and memories filled with happiness and light! Well, not all of them. But for the main part, the story focuses on an older Nagi and Omi, after the supposed 'disbandment' of both Weiß and Schwarz. It's the first whole fic I intend to do, all the rest are just bleh. Little things here and there.yeah. Wether or not this gets finished depends on the response I get. And please don't kill me if someone ends up dying! (Not that I'm saying someone will) It makes for good angst and well, someone has to die, ne? ^_^; Not that someone does! Bear with me here.
Disclaimer: As much as I like to pretend, I don't own Weiß or Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no profit from this, as much as I'd like to do that too, and yeah, I don't have permission to do this but, hey. Kays, I'm done now. Just read and enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter Two - Like the Siren to the Sailor (Omi POV)
I hated having to work weekends. Worse still, I hated having to work the weekends Nagi had off.
So far it had been a quiet day anyway, and I didn't understand why in the world I couldn't just have the rest of the day off. I was just lucky I was given lunch off. Nothing could stop me meeting up with Nagi for lunch anyway.
I can remember sitting across from him, babbling more than making intelligent conversation.
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'The point is, that it's custom to tip ten per cent of every delivery. I don't care if they don't think it should be done, it's a common practice!' I sipped my hot chocolate, burning the roof of my mouth. Customers made me so mad sometimes. It wasn't even that important, really. I'm not usually concerned with tips at all, so I placed my annoyance down to the fact I was missing Nagi.
I watched him staring blankly out the window and I wondered if he was getting bored with me talking. 'What's wrong, Nagi-kun? You seem a little distant today.' I tilted my head to the side, forcing him to look at my eyes. His attention snapped back to me, and he smiled. It seemed like a forced smile, but it was still a smile.
'I'm just tired, I guess.' I nodded and continued to talk anyway. 'So how was your day, Nagi-kun?' I listened to Nagi talk, but I was hardly concentrating on what he was saying. I was thinking about him, however. Not the sorts of thoughts you want to be sharing with someone who isn't your lover. Yes, my mind wanders from time to time. But Nagi was my boyfriend; I'm allowed to think about him like that.
Interrupting him, my thoughts got the better of me. 'I don't think I've got any other plans tonight, Nagi. We can have a night together. There are things that we need to do as well. Like each other for instance.' I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't help myself. My face lit with a smile as I saw a little blush rise to his cheeks. I bit my lip and watched him squirm while I let my hand slip under the table and up his thigh.
'Omi!' Nagi scolded me. 'You shouldn't be so suggestive, we're in public, you know.' Regardless of his embarrassment, I still felt him spread his legs ever so slightly, giving my fingers more area to rove over. He tried to suppress a moan, but a little of it still filtered out of his lips. I figured that going any further now wouldn't be a good idea.
I sighed and my hand slid off his thigh. 'Yeah I know, but I'm restless. I had to get up early, I missed you.' I pouted at him. I could always get him by pouting. 'No, I'm not busy tonight. Day off, remember?' I practically squealed when he said that. It had been ages since we'd had a whole night alone. He had work, and so did I, amongst other commitments. But tonight, Nagi was my commitment.
'Then I'll see you later! I have to work, but I promise you, I'll be home tonight! All night.' I kissed him on the cheek and we walked out of the shop.
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I sighed heavily as I leaned over the counter. I wished that lunch could have lasted longer so much. But thinking about that was pointless, because I should be looking forward to the rest of the evening. I eased myself up off the counter just as hands clamped over my eyes and I felt fingers jabbing at my sides.
'Guess who, Omi!' I couldn't stop giggling as I got tickled, my hands trying to prise the others off my face, whilst at the same time trying to shoo the others away from my sides. 'Stop it! Really, Yohji! Ken! Stoppit!'
The hands were removed from my over my eyes and the tickling ceased. My hands immediately grabbed at my sides, trying to prevent a second attack. 'How'd you know it was us, Omi?' Yohji propped himself up on the counter and raised an eyebrow at me. I tried my best to frown at him. I failed anyway. 'Who else would it be?'
Ken laughed at me, and I couldn't help laugh too. 'Well, that's a point. But we are here for a reason.' Ken's voice took on a serious tone, and I dreaded what was coming next. 'We've been called out. A mission, last minute. Omi, you have to come with us now, there's some computer stuff you need to take care of. We left Aya with the computer, and well, he doesn't seem to be getting on well with it. Actually, if we don't get back soon, there may not be a computer left to deal with.' Ken gave me a sympathetic look, for I must've shown my disappointment when he told me this.
'But I kinda already have plans. Can't you do this without me? Just this one? Please?' I pouted at Ken, giving him my best puppy-eyed look. He shook his head. 'Omi, we wouldn't call you out unless we needed you.' 'Yeah,' Yohji continued. 'I know it's a bitch, we all had plans. Well, except Aya, but I think his social life has been dead for a few years now.' Yohji shrugged and gave me a pleading look. I didn't have a choice.
'Oh okay. Can you just let me give Nagi a call?' I picked up the phone and dialled the number. 'Oh, I see. You had those sorts of plans! Well, there's nothing like a mission to get those hormone levels up, Omi!' Yohji couldn't help himself. Any opportunity to tease me.
'Shut up.' I punched him lightly in the arm and waited for Nagi to pick up. I quickly tried to think of an excuse that Nagi would believe and not upset him too much. 'Hello?' Nagi spoke so softly over the phone. I could scarcely hear him at times.
'Nagi? It's Omi. I'm sorry, but Ken's um.having some trouble at the moment.' This excuse was being fully pulled out of my ass, but as long as it didn't upset Nagi too much, and he bought it, it wouldn't matter. 'Oh.' That was all he said followed by a pause. He was clearly upset. I waited for him to say something more, ask me why, but he didn't.
'Um, I am really sorry, Nagi. It won't take me too long anyway. At least I don't think. It's just computer trouble, you know how horrible Ken is with technology. I promise I'll make it up to you, really.' I hoped that he believed me, and it wasn't a complete lie. There was a problem computer.
'It's ok, Omi. I was feeling a little tired anyway. I think I'll just go to sleep early.' There was such an obvious fall in his voice. 'You feeling ok, Nagi? It really won't take me too long, I'll be back soon. But if you're not feeling well, then go sleep. But I will be back as soon as I can. Ok?' I think that I worry about him too much sometimes, and he told me so several times.
I heard him laughing. At least he seemed to believe me. 'Really, it's ok, and I'm fine. I'll wait up for you for a while then.' I sighed with relief. He had believed me, and he wasn't too upset. It was all ok. 'Thanks, Nagi. I'm sorry. I'll see you later then. I.' Hesitating a bit, since I had both Yohji and Ken watching me now. I turned away from them and whispered into the phone. 'I love you, Nagi.' 'I love you too. See you later Omi.' I waited for the phone to click down before I put my phone down too.
'All right now? Can we go, 'cause Aya gets impatient easily these days?' Ken crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited for me. 'Yeah, we can go. But I just hope you know that you've ruined what would have been a really nice evening.' I took off my apron and tossed it over a chair.
'You can screw Nagi later, Omi. He'll still be waiting for you when you get home. I can't believe you haven't told him you're still in Weiss yet.' Yohji turned and started to leave. His words I can't believe you haven't told him came out sounding almost like accusations. I know he didn't mean it to come out like that, and perhaps it was just my own perception of it, but it made me feel horribly guilty.
'I.I don't want to have to tell him. He doesn't have to know, and besides, I'm not sure he'd want to. He's shut both Weiss and Schwarz out of his mind to the best of his abilities, and telling him this would only bring it out a side in him that doesn't exist any more. I don't want his mind to suffer because of my own selfish decisions.' I ushered the two boys out of the door and gave a slight nod to the other workers. They just let me go, somehow knowing that when Ken and Yohji came to pick me up, it was nothing to be questioned.
I got into the back of Yohji's car and tried to make my mind focus on the mission. I found that ever since I'd resumed working for Weiss, I needed to psyche myself into it, as if being an assassin had suddenly become something completely unknown to me, something foreign.
'But don't you think that lying to him would hurt him more than just telling him?' Ken had always been the one who presented more reason than the others had. Even though I felt that Ken was right, as usual, I had become far too stubborn to give in to his opinions.
'No, I don't think it would hurt him more. ' "What he doesn't know won't hurt him", and all. You know. And he's clueless, he never asks why sometimes I don't come home early or when I'm supposed to.' I looked out the window as the scenery passed by quickly.
'He'll find out, Nagi's not stupid, Omi. I'm really surprised you could think that way about your relationship. But then, again, who am I to judge?' Yohji looked at me from the rear view mirror. For a minute I thought he was going to say something more, but my eyes caught his and I guessed he could tell not to say anything more.
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The car ride took longer than I had expected, but it allowed me a decent amount of thinking time. I had always worried about Nagi finding out, and I didn't like having to lie to him. Finding excuses that he'd believe became a tedious task too. I had to be so careful not to slip up, one word out of place, and he'd know. I was scared of losing him. I loved Nagi so much. Part of me wanted to tell him, but the other told me that this was right.
I had tried numerous times to sort out in my head just how I would tell him, and trying to figure out how he'd react to me telling him.
It was obvious enough to me that he'd be upset, mad maybe. But he'd be hurt more than anything else. I didn't want that, I couldn't stand that. I'd seen him hurt, both physically and emotionally, and I hated it. It made me feel like such a hypocrite, for I hated those people who had hurt him, yet now I had become one of them too. The only difference with me was that Nagi doesn't know yet, and I love him. But on the inside, I felt, or rather I knew, that I really wasn't any better than those people.
'We're here.' I snapped out of my thoughts as the car stopped, its breaks making a shocking squealing noise. I grimaced. 'Yohji, take your car to a mechanic.'
Yohji and Ken lead me into a pretty run down building and down a flight of stairs into the basement. For some reason, dark dingy places had suddenly become one of Aya's favourite places to be. 'We're back baby!' Yohji sauntered in and flung his jacket randomly into a corner. Ken sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Aya, who I hadn't noticed at first, narrowed his eyes at Yohji. 'Baby?' Yohji only smiled. 'I call everyone baby, it's a sign of affection.'
Ignoring them, I knelt on the floor and started to hook up my laptop to the nearest electric output. 'So what are we dealing with anyway?' Ken examined his bugnuks and flexed his fingers in and out. 'Drug trafficking.' I continued to set up the computer. 'Into or out of Japan? Or both? And what is it? The next shipment?' 'Slow down. Both importing and exporting. We've found out from the police reports that it's cocaine, but some of the shipments have been consisting of heroin too. We don't know anything about the next shipment, which is why you're here. There are too many crooked cops in Japan these days, all too willing to accept bribes.' Ken sat down on the floor and began to check out his boots.
'So the government is involved?' I looked up at Ken holding a cord in my mouth. 'Hell yeah. The government's still holding up its clean-cut image. Mind you, it's only the police force. And not even all of them, some still have the dignity to wash their hands fully of this matter.' Yohji cut in. 'Is that all?' I looked at Aya. He merely nodded. 'Right then. So you want me to start tracking the main guy involved, or hack into some of the police files?' I cracked my knuckles and started to type in various codes that unlocked a number of files I thought might have been useful. 'Do what ever you have to. This is an easy mission; I want it finished by the end of the week.' Aya's aid, his gaze never wavering once from the buildings outside the window. I nodded and set to work, fingers flying over the keyboard.
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Three long hours later, I still sat in front of the computer, Aya was still perched in the window, Ken was scribbling something down on paper that looked to me like a soccer strategy, and Yohji was polishing off his first box of cigarettes.
It occurred to me that both Ken and Yohji didn't really need to be here, and there didn't seem focused on this mission anyway. Ken had given me the analysis, and that was pretty much all I needed. With no specific task set by Aya, I was pretty much free to take charge of this situation as I saw fit.
My lids felt heavy and my neck hurt from being craned over the computer for so long. I rolled my head around and let it crack before I asked Ken to set up the other laptop so I could start to transfer the files into it and take it home.
'Aw crap!' I slapped my palm to my forehead and scrunched up my eyes. Yohji raised an eyebrow. 'What?' 'Yohji can you check my bag for a cable please? I think I may have forgotten something.' I started sifting through the bag of electrical items in the bag Ken had brought. 'What sort of cable am I looking for?' Yohji asked. 'It's a black one.' I replied vaguely. 'Oh well that's handy, seeing as all the cables you've been using have been black, Omittchi.'
I turned around to Yohji. 'Not there?' 'Nope, doesn't seem to be. Sorry.' He shrugged and settled back down, lighting up another cigarette. 'Was it important?' I rubbed the back of my neck. 'Kind of, I needed it to connect the two computers so I could transfer these files. I have one at home but that's not any good to us.' 'You could go back home and pick it up, couldn't you? There's still a motorbike outside leaning against the building. You'd be faster 'cause you could cut across a lot of the main roads.' Suggested Ken. He looked up from his little diagram. 'That's if it's ok with you, Aya.' Aya said nothing at first but then he turned and acknowledged my request. 'Go ahead.'
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I manoeuvred the motorbike as carefully as possible for the speed I was going at. So I'd get to say a quick hello to Nagi after all. Not what we had planned, but it was better than nothing.
I pulled up next to the apartment and let my helmet on the seat before frantically pressing the lift's 'up' button I hadn't been this impatient in a while. Running out of the lift so quickly, I managed to trip up on the hem of my baggy pants.
'Omi you are so uncoordinated.' I muttered as I pushed open out apartment door. 'Omi!' Nagi yelped in surprise and leapt up from the couch. I held his face between my hands and kissed him. 'Can't stay, gotta go. I jut needed the cable.' Nagi's arms had already wound their way around my waist and it didn't seem like I'd be released from his hold soon either. He started applying little kisses to my neck, the words 'Quickie, quickie.' being expressed from his lips.
I bit my lip. Could I sneak in a quickie with Nagi? Oh god, I had to at least try. My body was burning for him. ~*~*~*~
Before I had time to really decide, clothes were strewn on the floor in a line leading from the lounge to the bedroom.
Sweat from the struggle to get rid of our clothes had already started to bead on Nagi's forehead. He caught a trail of the salty fluid on his top lip and lapped it up. For some reason I found this maddeningly sexy.
His mouth assaulted my naked torso, kissing from my waistline to my mouth, sneaking in a lick here and there. I giggled madly while Nagi kissed my neck. I loved that and he knew it. The little nips he gave me were such a major turn on. I started to fiddle with the zip on his pants, tugging it down until he was only in his boxers. He was now licking my stomach, and he very delicately managed to take my pants off with his teeth. I lay there for a while, panting for air, Nagi's tongue working its way around my body. Slipping my hands into his boxers, I pulled them down and pulled his body down onto mine.
He moved up my body again, positioning himself between my legs, slender thigh brushing against my arousal. 'God, you're hard.' I moaned loudly feeling his body grind against mine. 'I'm always hard around you.' I spread my legs a little wider and kissed him while he pulled my legs up and around his body.
Arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he began softly thrusting into me I couldn't help myself and I moaned loudly. He used his tongue to trace around the outline of my jaw and over my lips, firmly kissing me.
My blissful little fantasy lasted for only ten minutes until the phone rang. I groaned. I mean is there a worse time you could pick to ring someone? Right when they're in the middle of having sex? 'Don't answer it.' I begged; I was too far into this to let it stop now. 'What if it's important?' Nagi panted, giving me a questioning look. 'What could be more important that sex?' 'Point taken.'
The phone only ended up being answered when the ringing wouldn't stop, and rather than have me unplug it, Nagi answered it.
Panting and barely able to talk properly, Nagi reached over and picked up the phone. 'Hello?' I groaned and held Nagi close to me; nothing was going to break this up now, not now. I wouldn't let Nagi talk properly, licking and kissing what I could reach of his body. 'Ny.No, I mean...yeah, Omi's here.is this really urgent and he can't ring you back? No? Oh ok, just a second.' He looked at me. 'Omi, it's Ken.' I pulled his face down onto mine and kissed him and whispered something into his ear I thought he didn't hear at first. But when he blushed and nodded, and I figured he got what I meant. 'He's um...just coming now.' Nagi spoke the last message into the phone and then I heard it drop to the floor as his attention turned back to me.
Forgetting that the phone was off the hook and that Ken was waiting for me on the other end, I let out a loud 'Oh Nagi!' and gathered my breath and waited for him to come too before picking up the phone again. 'Hey, Ken.' I made myself sound as composed as possible. There was silence for a while and for a moment I thought Ken had gone. '.Omi, there are just some things I'd rather not hear you doing, and you having wild sex with your boyfriend is one of them.' I blushed and started to apologize. 'Sorry Ken, you caught me at a bad time.' 'Not from what I heard.'
I blushed more, glad he couldn't see my face. 'So why are you calling?' 'If you hadn't forgotten, which you obviously have, you were meant to pick up a cable for the computer and come back here. Aya's losing it, Yohji's.actually I don't know where the hell Yohji is. Get back here now.' Ken sounded a little more than just irritated. 'Yeah, I'm sorry, I-ah!' I gasped, eyes wide and stared down at Nagi's head between my legs, tentatively licking my thigh. 'You ok Omi?' Ken asked. God, I was more than ok. 'Yeah, I'm f...fine...oh my god!' I gasped loudly as the feeling of Nagi's warm mouth engulfed me. 'You sure? You sound a little short of breath.' My body was screaming, hot surges now rushing through it. I had to bite down on my knuckles to stop myself from moaning.
'Listen Ken I'll be there soon good bye now!' I threw down the phone and my eyes locked with Nagi's as he came up from between my legs, a satisfied grin on his face. I frowned at him. 'Don't you ever do that again! Not while I'm on the phone!' He giggled. 'Phone sex.' I couldn't help but laugh too. I love him so.
He crawled up to me and gently laid a kiss on my lips. 'You have to go again, don't you?' I sighed and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. 'You know I'd stay if I could. I was only here to collect a computer cable.' 'Hmmm.I'd like you to stay and let me play with your cable.' Nagi raised a suggestive eyebrow and grinned at me. It was that grin that told me he was thinking of something dirty. But he got off me, the white sheet clinging to the outline of his body. I forced myself up off the bed and started to gather my scattered clothing.
'But I'm not satisfied yet.' I turned around and smiled. Nagi was doing that cute little innocent thing he does when he chews on the tip of his index finger. He pouted at me and I could see his legs spread beneath the sheet.
I bit my lip. God, how I wanted to crawl back under those sheets and screw him silly, like we'd planned earlier. I strolled over to the bed and leaned in to kiss him. 'I promise, hot sex later, okay?' Nagi whined and squirmed like a child. 'I want hot sex now.' 'So do I,' I muttered. 'So do I.'
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Even thought I spent nearly the entire night working on that computer, my mind was only filled with thoughts of Nagi.
It had been a long night for us all. And we were only in the initial stages of this mission, too. So that meant little action and many long nights of planning.
Aya sat perched in the corner of an open window, the purply tinge of his leather catching the moonlight. Ken and Yohji sat across from each other, engrossed in a game of Knuckles.
'Ow! Damn that hurt like a bitch, Ken!' Yohji swore heavily, cigarette sticking out the side of his mouth. Aya made a small noise of disapproval. 'Ken is a bitch.' Yohji smirked. 'You're only bitter 'cause he won't be your bitch, Aya.' 'You guys! I am not gay!' Ken buried his face into his hands and groaned. 'I'm not fricken gay!'
'Feh. Well if you ain't gay, you're at least bi. I've seen the way you looked at Aya when he came out of his room in his boxers.' Smartass grin still on his face, Yohji flicked ash off of his cigarette. Yohji received two cold looks from both Ken and Aya. I smirked at the three of them. They'd hardly changed. Yohji was still the 'playboy' and the tease, Ken was still genuinely clueless for the most part, but as understanding and easy to talk to a ever, and Aya, as far as I could see, still keep up his image of being cold and near emotionless. But the three of us knew better.
I focused my attention back onto the computer. Sighing heavily, I washed my hands back over my face and held my long bangs off from my eyes. I felt so tired. Like I said, being an assassin had suddenly felt like something that I needed to be taught all over again. I used to be able to take a nightlong mission and still sit for an exam the next day. But now, being up all night seemed to drain me. I was glad that working as a florist was such an undemanding job at times like this.
Ken and Yohji were being useless again. Arguing over some money owed or something. They should have learned by now not to gamble with each other. Aya still sat in the window, and I could tell that the gears in his head were working on over time. Aya had always been more of a thinker; methodical and deep. The way his violet eyes narrowed like that usually meant that something wasn't working out for him. It was rare that he'd show frustration, and even if he did, his already gruff manner wouldn't belie it in anyway.
But I had learned to read him. Or at least that's what I believed. I often talked with Aya, even though most of the time he seemed hardly willing. But underneath it all, he was still just a person. I sort of learned to tell when things were really bothering him, and when he was relatively happy. True, he hardly smiled. Well, actually, he never really smiled. They were more like these little flashes of his slightly upturned lips that you had to be really quick to catch. But I am happy to say that I at least saw it once. He was still human; Aya Fujimiya could smile.
'Shit!' I backed off from the computer as little blue sparks flew out from the top and rear of it. Yohji shot me a glance. 'What happened, Omittchi?' 'Power surge. I saw some of the streetlights just fade too.' Aya slid off the windowsill in a fluid cat-like movement. He looked at me blankly. 'Give it a rest for tonight, Tsukiyono. It'll be daybreak soon, and I'm tired.'
'Huh, so when Aya's tired that's when we can all go home! Aya, the sun doesn't shine outta your fricken ass hole, you know.' Yohji shot at him and stood up a little awkwardly, crushing his cigarette into the floor with the heel of his shoe. 'Maybe so, Kudo, want to see if we can make it shine out of yours?' Aya cocked his head to the side and quicker than the flicker of an eyelid, he had the tip of his katana leveled with Yohji's throat. They stood in a heated silence for a moment before Ken delicately pushed back the katana blade and Aya re-sheathed it.
I sighed and stretched my arms out, cracking my knuckles. They were only idle threats anyway. I packed up the laptop and tied together all the cords. 'Do I leave all this here? Or you want to take it with you?' Neither Aya nor Yohji attempted a response for me. If there was anyone who knew how to wind Aya up, it was Yohji. He was just joking as usual, but Aya being Aya chose not to play along. So Ken spoke up. 'Well, I guess you can't bring it home, with your current situation and all, Omi. We could leave it here, there isn't much chance of something happening to it, but I suppose it would be a better safety precaution for one of us to take it for now.'
'You take it, Aya. I'm sick of having to hide all your assassin crap around my house. Night all.' And with that last sour remark, Yohji threw his jacket over his shoulders and walked out of the basement. Yohji hated to be threatened. He often bitched to Ken and me about how much he despised Aya's all-mighty persona. I kept telling him that was just Aya, and Ken.kept giving him beers and conning him into numerous games like Knuckles involving large amounts of money, which Yohji of course lost.
Aya didn't look happy either. Not that you could tell if he was anyway. He glanced sharply at Ken and me. 'Do both of you need a ride home?'
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I carefully turned the key in the lock and slipped in through the door. The whole apartment was in darkness, and I guess that Nagi hadn't waited for me after all. I walked over to the open window and saw Aya's car drive off. I supposed he was either going to drop Ken off home, or take him back to his home. They could be together, they could not be. Ken denied it, Aya ignored it. However it was undoubtedly uncanny the way in which they seemed so close. In fact, any time I could remember calling Aya's house, Ken had answered the phone nearly every time. Weird.
I closed the curtains but the glowing moonlight still filtered through, casting it's blue light over the lounge room. I yawned and glanced at the clock on the VCR. It read three fifty-nine a.m. Nagi would have to start work soon. I undressed as I sleepily walked into the bedroom, dropping my clothes to the floor. Flopping heavily onto the bed, Nagi's blue eyes flinched and his lids rose a little. 'You're home.' He said in a little voice, drowsy with sleep. 'Mhmmm.'I pulled the covers around me and snuggled into him. 'Where were you? I got worried.'I felt Nagi's arms embrace around my sides lightly. 'Shhh.never mind now. I'll tell you in the morning. Sleep now.'
He looked up at me for a minute and frowned before closing his eyes and letting his head flop against my shoulder. He hair felt feathery light against my bare skin and I too shut my eyes, as sleep called me like a siren to the weary sailor.
Title: Ain't That Just The Way
Author: Vi-chan E-mail : sakaivi@hotmail.com
Category: Romance, angst, shounen-ai
Pairings: Nagi x Omi (of course!) Rating: Varies, but nothing NC-17 for this one ^_^
Warnings: This has yaoi in it, or rather shounen-ai. Does tend to get a bit bloody.
Notes: I've always loved toying with the idea of Nagi and Omi being childhood friends, and tried to make that a bit more plausible in this fic, but those are flash backs and such, and memories filled with happiness and light! Well, not all of them. But for the main part, the story focuses on an older Nagi and Omi, after the supposed 'disbandment' of both Weiß and Schwarz. It's the first whole fic I intend to do, all the rest are just bleh. Little things here and there.yeah. Wether or not this gets finished depends on the response I get. And please don't kill me if someone ends up dying! (Not that I'm saying someone will) It makes for good angst and well, someone has to die, ne? ^_^; Not that someone does! Bear with me here.
Disclaimer: As much as I like to pretend, I don't own Weiß or Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no profit from this, as much as I'd like to do that too, and yeah, I don't have permission to do this but, hey. Kays, I'm done now. Just read and enjoy! ^_^
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Chapter Two - Like the Siren to the Sailor (Omi POV)
I hated having to work weekends. Worse still, I hated having to work the weekends Nagi had off.
So far it had been a quiet day anyway, and I didn't understand why in the world I couldn't just have the rest of the day off. I was just lucky I was given lunch off. Nothing could stop me meeting up with Nagi for lunch anyway.
I can remember sitting across from him, babbling more than making intelligent conversation.
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'The point is, that it's custom to tip ten per cent of every delivery. I don't care if they don't think it should be done, it's a common practice!' I sipped my hot chocolate, burning the roof of my mouth. Customers made me so mad sometimes. It wasn't even that important, really. I'm not usually concerned with tips at all, so I placed my annoyance down to the fact I was missing Nagi.
I watched him staring blankly out the window and I wondered if he was getting bored with me talking. 'What's wrong, Nagi-kun? You seem a little distant today.' I tilted my head to the side, forcing him to look at my eyes. His attention snapped back to me, and he smiled. It seemed like a forced smile, but it was still a smile.
'I'm just tired, I guess.' I nodded and continued to talk anyway. 'So how was your day, Nagi-kun?' I listened to Nagi talk, but I was hardly concentrating on what he was saying. I was thinking about him, however. Not the sorts of thoughts you want to be sharing with someone who isn't your lover. Yes, my mind wanders from time to time. But Nagi was my boyfriend; I'm allowed to think about him like that.
Interrupting him, my thoughts got the better of me. 'I don't think I've got any other plans tonight, Nagi. We can have a night together. There are things that we need to do as well. Like each other for instance.' I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't help myself. My face lit with a smile as I saw a little blush rise to his cheeks. I bit my lip and watched him squirm while I let my hand slip under the table and up his thigh.
'Omi!' Nagi scolded me. 'You shouldn't be so suggestive, we're in public, you know.' Regardless of his embarrassment, I still felt him spread his legs ever so slightly, giving my fingers more area to rove over. He tried to suppress a moan, but a little of it still filtered out of his lips. I figured that going any further now wouldn't be a good idea.
I sighed and my hand slid off his thigh. 'Yeah I know, but I'm restless. I had to get up early, I missed you.' I pouted at him. I could always get him by pouting. 'No, I'm not busy tonight. Day off, remember?' I practically squealed when he said that. It had been ages since we'd had a whole night alone. He had work, and so did I, amongst other commitments. But tonight, Nagi was my commitment.
'Then I'll see you later! I have to work, but I promise you, I'll be home tonight! All night.' I kissed him on the cheek and we walked out of the shop.
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I sighed heavily as I leaned over the counter. I wished that lunch could have lasted longer so much. But thinking about that was pointless, because I should be looking forward to the rest of the evening. I eased myself up off the counter just as hands clamped over my eyes and I felt fingers jabbing at my sides.
'Guess who, Omi!' I couldn't stop giggling as I got tickled, my hands trying to prise the others off my face, whilst at the same time trying to shoo the others away from my sides. 'Stop it! Really, Yohji! Ken! Stoppit!'
The hands were removed from my over my eyes and the tickling ceased. My hands immediately grabbed at my sides, trying to prevent a second attack. 'How'd you know it was us, Omi?' Yohji propped himself up on the counter and raised an eyebrow at me. I tried my best to frown at him. I failed anyway. 'Who else would it be?'
Ken laughed at me, and I couldn't help laugh too. 'Well, that's a point. But we are here for a reason.' Ken's voice took on a serious tone, and I dreaded what was coming next. 'We've been called out. A mission, last minute. Omi, you have to come with us now, there's some computer stuff you need to take care of. We left Aya with the computer, and well, he doesn't seem to be getting on well with it. Actually, if we don't get back soon, there may not be a computer left to deal with.' Ken gave me a sympathetic look, for I must've shown my disappointment when he told me this.
'But I kinda already have plans. Can't you do this without me? Just this one? Please?' I pouted at Ken, giving him my best puppy-eyed look. He shook his head. 'Omi, we wouldn't call you out unless we needed you.' 'Yeah,' Yohji continued. 'I know it's a bitch, we all had plans. Well, except Aya, but I think his social life has been dead for a few years now.' Yohji shrugged and gave me a pleading look. I didn't have a choice.
'Oh okay. Can you just let me give Nagi a call?' I picked up the phone and dialled the number. 'Oh, I see. You had those sorts of plans! Well, there's nothing like a mission to get those hormone levels up, Omi!' Yohji couldn't help himself. Any opportunity to tease me.
'Shut up.' I punched him lightly in the arm and waited for Nagi to pick up. I quickly tried to think of an excuse that Nagi would believe and not upset him too much. 'Hello?' Nagi spoke so softly over the phone. I could scarcely hear him at times.
'Nagi? It's Omi. I'm sorry, but Ken's um.having some trouble at the moment.' This excuse was being fully pulled out of my ass, but as long as it didn't upset Nagi too much, and he bought it, it wouldn't matter. 'Oh.' That was all he said followed by a pause. He was clearly upset. I waited for him to say something more, ask me why, but he didn't.
'Um, I am really sorry, Nagi. It won't take me too long anyway. At least I don't think. It's just computer trouble, you know how horrible Ken is with technology. I promise I'll make it up to you, really.' I hoped that he believed me, and it wasn't a complete lie. There was a problem computer.
'It's ok, Omi. I was feeling a little tired anyway. I think I'll just go to sleep early.' There was such an obvious fall in his voice. 'You feeling ok, Nagi? It really won't take me too long, I'll be back soon. But if you're not feeling well, then go sleep. But I will be back as soon as I can. Ok?' I think that I worry about him too much sometimes, and he told me so several times.
I heard him laughing. At least he seemed to believe me. 'Really, it's ok, and I'm fine. I'll wait up for you for a while then.' I sighed with relief. He had believed me, and he wasn't too upset. It was all ok. 'Thanks, Nagi. I'm sorry. I'll see you later then. I.' Hesitating a bit, since I had both Yohji and Ken watching me now. I turned away from them and whispered into the phone. 'I love you, Nagi.' 'I love you too. See you later Omi.' I waited for the phone to click down before I put my phone down too.
'All right now? Can we go, 'cause Aya gets impatient easily these days?' Ken crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited for me. 'Yeah, we can go. But I just hope you know that you've ruined what would have been a really nice evening.' I took off my apron and tossed it over a chair.
'You can screw Nagi later, Omi. He'll still be waiting for you when you get home. I can't believe you haven't told him you're still in Weiss yet.' Yohji turned and started to leave. His words I can't believe you haven't told him came out sounding almost like accusations. I know he didn't mean it to come out like that, and perhaps it was just my own perception of it, but it made me feel horribly guilty.
'I.I don't want to have to tell him. He doesn't have to know, and besides, I'm not sure he'd want to. He's shut both Weiss and Schwarz out of his mind to the best of his abilities, and telling him this would only bring it out a side in him that doesn't exist any more. I don't want his mind to suffer because of my own selfish decisions.' I ushered the two boys out of the door and gave a slight nod to the other workers. They just let me go, somehow knowing that when Ken and Yohji came to pick me up, it was nothing to be questioned.
I got into the back of Yohji's car and tried to make my mind focus on the mission. I found that ever since I'd resumed working for Weiss, I needed to psyche myself into it, as if being an assassin had suddenly become something completely unknown to me, something foreign.
'But don't you think that lying to him would hurt him more than just telling him?' Ken had always been the one who presented more reason than the others had. Even though I felt that Ken was right, as usual, I had become far too stubborn to give in to his opinions.
'No, I don't think it would hurt him more. ' "What he doesn't know won't hurt him", and all. You know. And he's clueless, he never asks why sometimes I don't come home early or when I'm supposed to.' I looked out the window as the scenery passed by quickly.
'He'll find out, Nagi's not stupid, Omi. I'm really surprised you could think that way about your relationship. But then, again, who am I to judge?' Yohji looked at me from the rear view mirror. For a minute I thought he was going to say something more, but my eyes caught his and I guessed he could tell not to say anything more.
~*~*~*~
The car ride took longer than I had expected, but it allowed me a decent amount of thinking time. I had always worried about Nagi finding out, and I didn't like having to lie to him. Finding excuses that he'd believe became a tedious task too. I had to be so careful not to slip up, one word out of place, and he'd know. I was scared of losing him. I loved Nagi so much. Part of me wanted to tell him, but the other told me that this was right.
I had tried numerous times to sort out in my head just how I would tell him, and trying to figure out how he'd react to me telling him.
It was obvious enough to me that he'd be upset, mad maybe. But he'd be hurt more than anything else. I didn't want that, I couldn't stand that. I'd seen him hurt, both physically and emotionally, and I hated it. It made me feel like such a hypocrite, for I hated those people who had hurt him, yet now I had become one of them too. The only difference with me was that Nagi doesn't know yet, and I love him. But on the inside, I felt, or rather I knew, that I really wasn't any better than those people.
'We're here.' I snapped out of my thoughts as the car stopped, its breaks making a shocking squealing noise. I grimaced. 'Yohji, take your car to a mechanic.'
Yohji and Ken lead me into a pretty run down building and down a flight of stairs into the basement. For some reason, dark dingy places had suddenly become one of Aya's favourite places to be. 'We're back baby!' Yohji sauntered in and flung his jacket randomly into a corner. Ken sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Aya, who I hadn't noticed at first, narrowed his eyes at Yohji. 'Baby?' Yohji only smiled. 'I call everyone baby, it's a sign of affection.'
Ignoring them, I knelt on the floor and started to hook up my laptop to the nearest electric output. 'So what are we dealing with anyway?' Ken examined his bugnuks and flexed his fingers in and out. 'Drug trafficking.' I continued to set up the computer. 'Into or out of Japan? Or both? And what is it? The next shipment?' 'Slow down. Both importing and exporting. We've found out from the police reports that it's cocaine, but some of the shipments have been consisting of heroin too. We don't know anything about the next shipment, which is why you're here. There are too many crooked cops in Japan these days, all too willing to accept bribes.' Ken sat down on the floor and began to check out his boots.
'So the government is involved?' I looked up at Ken holding a cord in my mouth. 'Hell yeah. The government's still holding up its clean-cut image. Mind you, it's only the police force. And not even all of them, some still have the dignity to wash their hands fully of this matter.' Yohji cut in. 'Is that all?' I looked at Aya. He merely nodded. 'Right then. So you want me to start tracking the main guy involved, or hack into some of the police files?' I cracked my knuckles and started to type in various codes that unlocked a number of files I thought might have been useful. 'Do what ever you have to. This is an easy mission; I want it finished by the end of the week.' Aya's aid, his gaze never wavering once from the buildings outside the window. I nodded and set to work, fingers flying over the keyboard.
~*~*~*~
Three long hours later, I still sat in front of the computer, Aya was still perched in the window, Ken was scribbling something down on paper that looked to me like a soccer strategy, and Yohji was polishing off his first box of cigarettes.
It occurred to me that both Ken and Yohji didn't really need to be here, and there didn't seem focused on this mission anyway. Ken had given me the analysis, and that was pretty much all I needed. With no specific task set by Aya, I was pretty much free to take charge of this situation as I saw fit.
My lids felt heavy and my neck hurt from being craned over the computer for so long. I rolled my head around and let it crack before I asked Ken to set up the other laptop so I could start to transfer the files into it and take it home.
'Aw crap!' I slapped my palm to my forehead and scrunched up my eyes. Yohji raised an eyebrow. 'What?' 'Yohji can you check my bag for a cable please? I think I may have forgotten something.' I started sifting through the bag of electrical items in the bag Ken had brought. 'What sort of cable am I looking for?' Yohji asked. 'It's a black one.' I replied vaguely. 'Oh well that's handy, seeing as all the cables you've been using have been black, Omittchi.'
I turned around to Yohji. 'Not there?' 'Nope, doesn't seem to be. Sorry.' He shrugged and settled back down, lighting up another cigarette. 'Was it important?' I rubbed the back of my neck. 'Kind of, I needed it to connect the two computers so I could transfer these files. I have one at home but that's not any good to us.' 'You could go back home and pick it up, couldn't you? There's still a motorbike outside leaning against the building. You'd be faster 'cause you could cut across a lot of the main roads.' Suggested Ken. He looked up from his little diagram. 'That's if it's ok with you, Aya.' Aya said nothing at first but then he turned and acknowledged my request. 'Go ahead.'
~*~*~*~
I manoeuvred the motorbike as carefully as possible for the speed I was going at. So I'd get to say a quick hello to Nagi after all. Not what we had planned, but it was better than nothing.
I pulled up next to the apartment and let my helmet on the seat before frantically pressing the lift's 'up' button I hadn't been this impatient in a while. Running out of the lift so quickly, I managed to trip up on the hem of my baggy pants.
'Omi you are so uncoordinated.' I muttered as I pushed open out apartment door. 'Omi!' Nagi yelped in surprise and leapt up from the couch. I held his face between my hands and kissed him. 'Can't stay, gotta go. I jut needed the cable.' Nagi's arms had already wound their way around my waist and it didn't seem like I'd be released from his hold soon either. He started applying little kisses to my neck, the words 'Quickie, quickie.' being expressed from his lips.
I bit my lip. Could I sneak in a quickie with Nagi? Oh god, I had to at least try. My body was burning for him. ~*~*~*~
Before I had time to really decide, clothes were strewn on the floor in a line leading from the lounge to the bedroom.
Sweat from the struggle to get rid of our clothes had already started to bead on Nagi's forehead. He caught a trail of the salty fluid on his top lip and lapped it up. For some reason I found this maddeningly sexy.
His mouth assaulted my naked torso, kissing from my waistline to my mouth, sneaking in a lick here and there. I giggled madly while Nagi kissed my neck. I loved that and he knew it. The little nips he gave me were such a major turn on. I started to fiddle with the zip on his pants, tugging it down until he was only in his boxers. He was now licking my stomach, and he very delicately managed to take my pants off with his teeth. I lay there for a while, panting for air, Nagi's tongue working its way around my body. Slipping my hands into his boxers, I pulled them down and pulled his body down onto mine.
He moved up my body again, positioning himself between my legs, slender thigh brushing against my arousal. 'God, you're hard.' I moaned loudly feeling his body grind against mine. 'I'm always hard around you.' I spread my legs a little wider and kissed him while he pulled my legs up and around his body.
Arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he began softly thrusting into me I couldn't help myself and I moaned loudly. He used his tongue to trace around the outline of my jaw and over my lips, firmly kissing me.
My blissful little fantasy lasted for only ten minutes until the phone rang. I groaned. I mean is there a worse time you could pick to ring someone? Right when they're in the middle of having sex? 'Don't answer it.' I begged; I was too far into this to let it stop now. 'What if it's important?' Nagi panted, giving me a questioning look. 'What could be more important that sex?' 'Point taken.'
The phone only ended up being answered when the ringing wouldn't stop, and rather than have me unplug it, Nagi answered it.
Panting and barely able to talk properly, Nagi reached over and picked up the phone. 'Hello?' I groaned and held Nagi close to me; nothing was going to break this up now, not now. I wouldn't let Nagi talk properly, licking and kissing what I could reach of his body. 'Ny.No, I mean...yeah, Omi's here.is this really urgent and he can't ring you back? No? Oh ok, just a second.' He looked at me. 'Omi, it's Ken.' I pulled his face down onto mine and kissed him and whispered something into his ear I thought he didn't hear at first. But when he blushed and nodded, and I figured he got what I meant. 'He's um...just coming now.' Nagi spoke the last message into the phone and then I heard it drop to the floor as his attention turned back to me.
Forgetting that the phone was off the hook and that Ken was waiting for me on the other end, I let out a loud 'Oh Nagi!' and gathered my breath and waited for him to come too before picking up the phone again. 'Hey, Ken.' I made myself sound as composed as possible. There was silence for a while and for a moment I thought Ken had gone. '.Omi, there are just some things I'd rather not hear you doing, and you having wild sex with your boyfriend is one of them.' I blushed and started to apologize. 'Sorry Ken, you caught me at a bad time.' 'Not from what I heard.'
I blushed more, glad he couldn't see my face. 'So why are you calling?' 'If you hadn't forgotten, which you obviously have, you were meant to pick up a cable for the computer and come back here. Aya's losing it, Yohji's.actually I don't know where the hell Yohji is. Get back here now.' Ken sounded a little more than just irritated. 'Yeah, I'm sorry, I-ah!' I gasped, eyes wide and stared down at Nagi's head between my legs, tentatively licking my thigh. 'You ok Omi?' Ken asked. God, I was more than ok. 'Yeah, I'm f...fine...oh my god!' I gasped loudly as the feeling of Nagi's warm mouth engulfed me. 'You sure? You sound a little short of breath.' My body was screaming, hot surges now rushing through it. I had to bite down on my knuckles to stop myself from moaning.
'Listen Ken I'll be there soon good bye now!' I threw down the phone and my eyes locked with Nagi's as he came up from between my legs, a satisfied grin on his face. I frowned at him. 'Don't you ever do that again! Not while I'm on the phone!' He giggled. 'Phone sex.' I couldn't help but laugh too. I love him so.
He crawled up to me and gently laid a kiss on my lips. 'You have to go again, don't you?' I sighed and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. 'You know I'd stay if I could. I was only here to collect a computer cable.' 'Hmmm.I'd like you to stay and let me play with your cable.' Nagi raised a suggestive eyebrow and grinned at me. It was that grin that told me he was thinking of something dirty. But he got off me, the white sheet clinging to the outline of his body. I forced myself up off the bed and started to gather my scattered clothing.
'But I'm not satisfied yet.' I turned around and smiled. Nagi was doing that cute little innocent thing he does when he chews on the tip of his index finger. He pouted at me and I could see his legs spread beneath the sheet.
I bit my lip. God, how I wanted to crawl back under those sheets and screw him silly, like we'd planned earlier. I strolled over to the bed and leaned in to kiss him. 'I promise, hot sex later, okay?' Nagi whined and squirmed like a child. 'I want hot sex now.' 'So do I,' I muttered. 'So do I.'
~*~*~*~
Even thought I spent nearly the entire night working on that computer, my mind was only filled with thoughts of Nagi.
It had been a long night for us all. And we were only in the initial stages of this mission, too. So that meant little action and many long nights of planning.
Aya sat perched in the corner of an open window, the purply tinge of his leather catching the moonlight. Ken and Yohji sat across from each other, engrossed in a game of Knuckles.
'Ow! Damn that hurt like a bitch, Ken!' Yohji swore heavily, cigarette sticking out the side of his mouth. Aya made a small noise of disapproval. 'Ken is a bitch.' Yohji smirked. 'You're only bitter 'cause he won't be your bitch, Aya.' 'You guys! I am not gay!' Ken buried his face into his hands and groaned. 'I'm not fricken gay!'
'Feh. Well if you ain't gay, you're at least bi. I've seen the way you looked at Aya when he came out of his room in his boxers.' Smartass grin still on his face, Yohji flicked ash off of his cigarette. Yohji received two cold looks from both Ken and Aya. I smirked at the three of them. They'd hardly changed. Yohji was still the 'playboy' and the tease, Ken was still genuinely clueless for the most part, but as understanding and easy to talk to a ever, and Aya, as far as I could see, still keep up his image of being cold and near emotionless. But the three of us knew better.
I focused my attention back onto the computer. Sighing heavily, I washed my hands back over my face and held my long bangs off from my eyes. I felt so tired. Like I said, being an assassin had suddenly felt like something that I needed to be taught all over again. I used to be able to take a nightlong mission and still sit for an exam the next day. But now, being up all night seemed to drain me. I was glad that working as a florist was such an undemanding job at times like this.
Ken and Yohji were being useless again. Arguing over some money owed or something. They should have learned by now not to gamble with each other. Aya still sat in the window, and I could tell that the gears in his head were working on over time. Aya had always been more of a thinker; methodical and deep. The way his violet eyes narrowed like that usually meant that something wasn't working out for him. It was rare that he'd show frustration, and even if he did, his already gruff manner wouldn't belie it in anyway.
But I had learned to read him. Or at least that's what I believed. I often talked with Aya, even though most of the time he seemed hardly willing. But underneath it all, he was still just a person. I sort of learned to tell when things were really bothering him, and when he was relatively happy. True, he hardly smiled. Well, actually, he never really smiled. They were more like these little flashes of his slightly upturned lips that you had to be really quick to catch. But I am happy to say that I at least saw it once. He was still human; Aya Fujimiya could smile.
'Shit!' I backed off from the computer as little blue sparks flew out from the top and rear of it. Yohji shot me a glance. 'What happened, Omittchi?' 'Power surge. I saw some of the streetlights just fade too.' Aya slid off the windowsill in a fluid cat-like movement. He looked at me blankly. 'Give it a rest for tonight, Tsukiyono. It'll be daybreak soon, and I'm tired.'
'Huh, so when Aya's tired that's when we can all go home! Aya, the sun doesn't shine outta your fricken ass hole, you know.' Yohji shot at him and stood up a little awkwardly, crushing his cigarette into the floor with the heel of his shoe. 'Maybe so, Kudo, want to see if we can make it shine out of yours?' Aya cocked his head to the side and quicker than the flicker of an eyelid, he had the tip of his katana leveled with Yohji's throat. They stood in a heated silence for a moment before Ken delicately pushed back the katana blade and Aya re-sheathed it.
I sighed and stretched my arms out, cracking my knuckles. They were only idle threats anyway. I packed up the laptop and tied together all the cords. 'Do I leave all this here? Or you want to take it with you?' Neither Aya nor Yohji attempted a response for me. If there was anyone who knew how to wind Aya up, it was Yohji. He was just joking as usual, but Aya being Aya chose not to play along. So Ken spoke up. 'Well, I guess you can't bring it home, with your current situation and all, Omi. We could leave it here, there isn't much chance of something happening to it, but I suppose it would be a better safety precaution for one of us to take it for now.'
'You take it, Aya. I'm sick of having to hide all your assassin crap around my house. Night all.' And with that last sour remark, Yohji threw his jacket over his shoulders and walked out of the basement. Yohji hated to be threatened. He often bitched to Ken and me about how much he despised Aya's all-mighty persona. I kept telling him that was just Aya, and Ken.kept giving him beers and conning him into numerous games like Knuckles involving large amounts of money, which Yohji of course lost.
Aya didn't look happy either. Not that you could tell if he was anyway. He glanced sharply at Ken and me. 'Do both of you need a ride home?'
~*~*~*~
I carefully turned the key in the lock and slipped in through the door. The whole apartment was in darkness, and I guess that Nagi hadn't waited for me after all. I walked over to the open window and saw Aya's car drive off. I supposed he was either going to drop Ken off home, or take him back to his home. They could be together, they could not be. Ken denied it, Aya ignored it. However it was undoubtedly uncanny the way in which they seemed so close. In fact, any time I could remember calling Aya's house, Ken had answered the phone nearly every time. Weird.
I closed the curtains but the glowing moonlight still filtered through, casting it's blue light over the lounge room. I yawned and glanced at the clock on the VCR. It read three fifty-nine a.m. Nagi would have to start work soon. I undressed as I sleepily walked into the bedroom, dropping my clothes to the floor. Flopping heavily onto the bed, Nagi's blue eyes flinched and his lids rose a little. 'You're home.' He said in a little voice, drowsy with sleep. 'Mhmmm.'I pulled the covers around me and snuggled into him. 'Where were you? I got worried.'I felt Nagi's arms embrace around my sides lightly. 'Shhh.never mind now. I'll tell you in the morning. Sleep now.'
He looked up at me for a minute and frowned before closing his eyes and letting his head flop against my shoulder. He hair felt feathery light against my bare skin and I too shut my eyes, as sleep called me like a siren to the weary sailor.
