I've never been much of one with words. I'm more comfortable with action rather than poetry. But with him, it's different. When I'm around him, I just have this urge to preach about everything about him. I want the world to know this perfection. And yet, the first time I saw him cry... I knew.
...The world wasn't ready for this...
...He was mine...
Fallen tears.
::Chappy 3::
~Standard Disclaimers apply~
"Youji!"
Watching the blonde man bounce off in the direction of the kitchen, I tightened my arms around Omi's slight form, a disgruntled expression on my face. Feeling him stir slightly, I winced as I realized I might have yelled a bit too loud. I hoped he didn't wake up. I was enjoying this moment too much. Thankfully though, he didn't wake.
I grinned as he let loose a little yawn, his tongue curling up slight. He looked like a kitten just then and I had to resist the urge to scratch him behind his ear. Well, either that or jump him... but I don't think he would have appreciated either one very much, so I refrained. ::So cute::
A loud burst of laughter emerged from the kitchen, cut off sharply by a low moan, and I could feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. :: "I've had a few dreams about him myself":: Damn Youji. He was so crude sometimes...And descriptive. The tips of my ears burned as memories of the last time Youji got drunk, filled his mind. They had had a 'talk' about the birds and the bees... Youji style. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop blushing about the incident. I just -do not- need to know -that- about a woman's body. ::Thank god Aya came in before he could start on the male half of his speech::
Though how Aya could stand someone like Youji was beyond me. He was one of the most insensitive, crude, loud people I know. How he could say something like that, in front of Omi no less, was completely beyond me. Well...maybe not -completely- beyond me, but still. ::Seriously though, it's not like I mean to have dreams about Omi. They just happen on their own.:: Wincing at how very pathetic that sounded, I glared once more in the direction Youji had left. Blaming him for my sudden dirty thoughts.
I wondered again whom it was that he was talking about earlier. Thinking back on his soft whispers to the rose, it was obvious that he liked boys. :: I am not jealous! Really!::
Burying my nose in Omi's soft hair, I thought about how sweet and perfect he was. He was the youngest of the four of us, and yet he had the most work on his shoulders. Going to school all day long and then to come home, only to work in the shop till dark. And then depending on whether or not we had a mission, he would go upstairs, and spend hours on that computer of his researching and setting up a plan for us. It was amazing how he managed to stand up straight, much less have as much energy as he did.
And his smiles. He smiles so genuinely. So many people count on him for comfort, and yet he leans on no one for support. We all have pasts; but he's the only one that seems to be able to move past it. He's the only one whose smiles reach his eyes. He's the only one who is real.
I live day to day, not really having any direction. I go with the flow, letting life sweep me along for the ride. It was my dream all my life to become a pro soccer player, I never really thought past that. I just knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. But now that I can't have that anymore, where do I go?
Aya stays locked up in his cold shell, pushing everyone except Youji away. His heart set on revenge for what Takatori did to his sister.
Youji with his womanizing, self proclaimed lover of women, and yet he never stays with one for more than a night, afraid of making attachments after Asuka.
It still amazes me how close those two have become. That they managed to breach the walls each of them had created, and come to an understanding. They love each other, that much is obvious from the way they look at the other, though I doubt either one would ever admit it. After, everyone's got reputations.
I sighed as I felt my eyes closing and sleep started to overtake my body. I don't deserve him, but I can't stop loving him. I know that there's no way that he could ever love someone as damaged as me, though I wish someone could tell my heart that. I almost wish for him to tell me no. To tear up my heart and crush my soul. Because maybe then I could stop dreaming.
~*~*~*~
I looked over to where Aya sat, my eyes tracing the sharp outline of his face, as he stared into his wineglass. ::God he's beautiful.:: I thought to myself, as I looked back down, idly stirring my wine with my index finger. I always get introspective when I'm drunk, though not many people know that. Not even my teammates. Well, except Aya. Aya knows everything about me. I've told it to him all.
Late at night, just lying in each other's arms, I would tell him about myself. About my past, about my dreams, my hopes, my...god I sound like a woman ...feelings. And he would just lie there without making a sound till I fell asleep. Sometimes it seemed like he wasn't even listening, though I knew that he was. Aya was much too polite to fall asleep during something so personal. But I'm still not sure if he understands what I'm not saying.
I know that may seem odd to those who didn't really know me, that Youji, the great womanizer, master of one-night stands, has fallen in love with a man.
I doubted that he felt the same way though. I was trusted teammate, a co-worker, bed warmer, and friend. All in one. I knew he cared for me, otherwise why would he put up with me. But love me? No I don't think so.
I heard Aya give a little laugh and I glanced over at him. Contrary to popular belief, Aya drank to forget, and forget he did. He was so much more open when he was drunk, not to mention he smiled more. He was staring at the tablecloth, obviously noting how the flowers on it had all joined hands and were doing the Wave. I paused. ::No, wait:: Squinting, I brought my face closer to the table. They were doing the Cancan.
Feeling a hot mouth on my neck, I started. Realizing that it was just Aya, I leaned back against his chest, my head tilting to the side to allow him better access. His hand reached around and made its way underneath my shirt. I started laughing as his fingers brushed against my ribs, I was very ticklish. I stopped abruptly has his mouth found a sensitive spot on my neck, a moan escaping my lips.
We were being rather loud. ::And that was a bad thing...why?:: My brain tried to process through the haze of passion that engulfed my mind. ::Ken and Omi:: I reached up and grabbed the hand that Aya had under my shirt, suddenly remembering about the other two members in the house. He made a small noise in his throat, akin to that of a child whose lollipop had just been taken away, and reluctantly stopped what he was doing and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"Aya. What are we going to do about Ken and Omi?" I asked, my back still leaning against his chest. I knew that it wasn't really my business to interfere but I hated seeing the two of them so miserable. Even if they didn't know they were miserable. They obviously loved each other but hadn't quite realized that the other felt the same. Though it was fun to tease Ken.
"Hm?" Aya never was much of one for words.
"Ken and Omi. We need to get them together. They're making themselves unhappy doing this, and soon they're going to be making the rest of our lives hell too." I clarified. He was silent after that, obviously thinking it over. I was certain that together we could come up with a way to get the two blind idiots out in the other room to realize the mix-up. Actually, I was pretty confident that I could do it myself, after all I -am- Youji, but it would be so much more fun with Aya along with me. ::I love him so much::
A soft snore in my ear. Sigh. Aya fell asleep. Smiling affectionately, I reached up and patted his head. Looks like no loving for Youji tonight.
~*~*~*~
I awoke slowly, reveling in the feeling of warmth all around me. Then I froze. ::Where am I?:: Without moving my head, I surveyed my surroundings. ::In the living room. How did I get here?:: Looking up, I saw a sleeping angel. ::No wait, that's Ken....he's holding me!:: Very carefully I resisted the urge to give into the screaming fangirl inside of me and I snuggled a bit closer into his arms. An aching pain in my back and really all along my body, reminded me of my little escapade.
Biting my lip before a groan could escape and wake up Ken, I squeezed my eyes shut against the dull ache of every moving part of my body. I frowned slightly as my brain got around to the question of why I was actually in Ken's arms. Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot. I remembered bursting out in tears and I winced. ::I must have sounded like a girl. How totally embarrassing:: Ken must have picked him up and brought him to the couch so he'd be more comfortable. ::How totally sweet of him!::
::...And then I fell asleep.:: Rolling my eyes at my stupidity, I tried to shift my weight so that it was comfortable for Ken. His arms tightened around me, and stopped immediately. I looked at his face, and saw a small smile there. ::Wonder what he's dreaming about.:: I pondered, not daring to allow myself the hope that it might actually be me. Reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead I smiled to myself. ::He's so beautiful when he's sleeping::
Determined, that no matter what the reason for it happening, I was going to enjoy my time in Ken's arms, I nuzzled in closer to him, my eyes shutting as sleep over took me one more time.
~*~*~*~
Amika pushed through the crowd of raving teenage girls, herself not included - she would never rave, that clogged the popular flower shop, and made her way over to where her two best friends, Risa and Emi stood ogling the workers. Flashing them both a smile as she walked up, she grabbed a nearby flower as the red headed hunk, Aya, glared. She knew that he was going to start on his 'If you're not buying anything, get out' tirade, and she was not going to get kicked out this time.
"Hey." Risa said, smiling back at her. Following Amika's example, she snagged a pot of some purple looking flowers from a nearby table. Nudging Emi to do the same, she rolled her eyes as her friend just stood there, a stupefied expression on her face.
"What's up with Emi?" Amika asked, a puzzled look in her eyes as she watched her friend.
"She convinced that Ken is gay." Risa said with an exasperated sigh. "And that him and Omi are having an affair." Amika laughed. She knew how much Emi adored Ken.
"And now Ken. How harsh. All of them are gay?" She asked. The three of them had already formed conclusions on the workers at the flower shop and were steadily convinced that Aya, Youji and Omi tended to walk on the left side of the street. Ken was the only one that they were unsure about, because they had seen him hanging out with that one girl, whatever her name was, before. ::Hmm... Ken and Omi. They'd be cute together:: She thought as her eyes trekked around the room.
Youji was busily 'trimming' a potted plant, but it was obvious from the way he flinched away from the screaming girls and bright sunlight that he was hung over. Aya was his usual grumpy self, though he took looked a little pale. ::Long night fellas?:: She giggled. They were so made for each other. The looks they gave each other when they thought that no one was watching, could have melted ice from the heat in them.
For all of Youji's 'womanizing' he never looked at one the same way he looked at Aya. He never acted the same way. He never was as forgiving.
Aya... it seemed like his favorite past time was to stare dramatically up into the sky or to yell at girls to get out of his shop. He told them to go. In Amika's opinion, that practically screamed gay.
And Omi. You really couldn't find someone gayer than Omi, who didn't walk around in yellow trenchcoats and pink hair. It was blaringly obvious with that boy.
Omi was walking across the shop, his back stiff and his movements jerky. Amika frowned as she wondered what had happened. A wide bruise splayed across the back of his left arm and she gasped. ::Hopefully its nothing too serious::
Her gaze intensified as she saw Ken walk up behind him, his eyes troubled. He made the pretense of straightening up a table of trimming tools, but he watched Omi's every move with a look in his eyes that Amika had seen before in Aya's. He diverted his gaze whenever Omi turned around, and therefore not seeing the way Omi looked at him with such longing.
Amika giggled as she shook her head. Looks like there was a soap opera going on here. ::Boys. When will they ever learn to talk about their feelings?:: Putting a companionable arm around Emi's shoulders, she grinned over her head at Risa.
"Why?" Emi asked, her voice distant. "Why did he have to be gay?" Emi still hadn't come to terms with the boys being gay. Risa and Amika on the other hand, loved it. It was just like an anime. "He was my last hope. Why did he have to be gay!?"
"Maybe his parents were gay?" Amika said, coming up with the first logical answer her brain supplied. Emi and Risa both stared at her. "What?"
"Gah!" Emi let loose an exasperated sigh and her and Risa turned to leave the store, Risa setting down her flowers as she walked out. Amika followed them, setting her flower down as she exited as well.
"What'd I say?"
TBC
Author's notes: Right. So I'm sorry that this chapter pretty much leans on the sucky side. Hehe, I'm leaving to go camping this weekend with my mom *sob* and I wanted to get it out before I left, so its kinda rushed. Not to mention the fact that its 5am (I have a bad habit of staying up entirely wayyy too late) and I am now past the point of any rational thought. ^_^ Thanks for sitting through the OOC Youji, the serious Ken and the screaming fangirls! It was much appreciated (*Whispers out the side of her mouth* So would your reviews...*hint hint nudge NUDGE*) bai bai! *waves*
...The world wasn't ready for this...
...He was mine...
Fallen tears.
::Chappy 3::
~Standard Disclaimers apply~
"Youji!"
Watching the blonde man bounce off in the direction of the kitchen, I tightened my arms around Omi's slight form, a disgruntled expression on my face. Feeling him stir slightly, I winced as I realized I might have yelled a bit too loud. I hoped he didn't wake up. I was enjoying this moment too much. Thankfully though, he didn't wake.
I grinned as he let loose a little yawn, his tongue curling up slight. He looked like a kitten just then and I had to resist the urge to scratch him behind his ear. Well, either that or jump him... but I don't think he would have appreciated either one very much, so I refrained. ::So cute::
A loud burst of laughter emerged from the kitchen, cut off sharply by a low moan, and I could feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. :: "I've had a few dreams about him myself":: Damn Youji. He was so crude sometimes...And descriptive. The tips of my ears burned as memories of the last time Youji got drunk, filled his mind. They had had a 'talk' about the birds and the bees... Youji style. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop blushing about the incident. I just -do not- need to know -that- about a woman's body. ::Thank god Aya came in before he could start on the male half of his speech::
Though how Aya could stand someone like Youji was beyond me. He was one of the most insensitive, crude, loud people I know. How he could say something like that, in front of Omi no less, was completely beyond me. Well...maybe not -completely- beyond me, but still. ::Seriously though, it's not like I mean to have dreams about Omi. They just happen on their own.:: Wincing at how very pathetic that sounded, I glared once more in the direction Youji had left. Blaming him for my sudden dirty thoughts.
I wondered again whom it was that he was talking about earlier. Thinking back on his soft whispers to the rose, it was obvious that he liked boys. :: I am not jealous! Really!::
Burying my nose in Omi's soft hair, I thought about how sweet and perfect he was. He was the youngest of the four of us, and yet he had the most work on his shoulders. Going to school all day long and then to come home, only to work in the shop till dark. And then depending on whether or not we had a mission, he would go upstairs, and spend hours on that computer of his researching and setting up a plan for us. It was amazing how he managed to stand up straight, much less have as much energy as he did.
And his smiles. He smiles so genuinely. So many people count on him for comfort, and yet he leans on no one for support. We all have pasts; but he's the only one that seems to be able to move past it. He's the only one whose smiles reach his eyes. He's the only one who is real.
I live day to day, not really having any direction. I go with the flow, letting life sweep me along for the ride. It was my dream all my life to become a pro soccer player, I never really thought past that. I just knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. But now that I can't have that anymore, where do I go?
Aya stays locked up in his cold shell, pushing everyone except Youji away. His heart set on revenge for what Takatori did to his sister.
Youji with his womanizing, self proclaimed lover of women, and yet he never stays with one for more than a night, afraid of making attachments after Asuka.
It still amazes me how close those two have become. That they managed to breach the walls each of them had created, and come to an understanding. They love each other, that much is obvious from the way they look at the other, though I doubt either one would ever admit it. After, everyone's got reputations.
I sighed as I felt my eyes closing and sleep started to overtake my body. I don't deserve him, but I can't stop loving him. I know that there's no way that he could ever love someone as damaged as me, though I wish someone could tell my heart that. I almost wish for him to tell me no. To tear up my heart and crush my soul. Because maybe then I could stop dreaming.
~*~*~*~
I looked over to where Aya sat, my eyes tracing the sharp outline of his face, as he stared into his wineglass. ::God he's beautiful.:: I thought to myself, as I looked back down, idly stirring my wine with my index finger. I always get introspective when I'm drunk, though not many people know that. Not even my teammates. Well, except Aya. Aya knows everything about me. I've told it to him all.
Late at night, just lying in each other's arms, I would tell him about myself. About my past, about my dreams, my hopes, my...god I sound like a woman ...feelings. And he would just lie there without making a sound till I fell asleep. Sometimes it seemed like he wasn't even listening, though I knew that he was. Aya was much too polite to fall asleep during something so personal. But I'm still not sure if he understands what I'm not saying.
I know that may seem odd to those who didn't really know me, that Youji, the great womanizer, master of one-night stands, has fallen in love with a man.
I doubted that he felt the same way though. I was trusted teammate, a co-worker, bed warmer, and friend. All in one. I knew he cared for me, otherwise why would he put up with me. But love me? No I don't think so.
I heard Aya give a little laugh and I glanced over at him. Contrary to popular belief, Aya drank to forget, and forget he did. He was so much more open when he was drunk, not to mention he smiled more. He was staring at the tablecloth, obviously noting how the flowers on it had all joined hands and were doing the Wave. I paused. ::No, wait:: Squinting, I brought my face closer to the table. They were doing the Cancan.
Feeling a hot mouth on my neck, I started. Realizing that it was just Aya, I leaned back against his chest, my head tilting to the side to allow him better access. His hand reached around and made its way underneath my shirt. I started laughing as his fingers brushed against my ribs, I was very ticklish. I stopped abruptly has his mouth found a sensitive spot on my neck, a moan escaping my lips.
We were being rather loud. ::And that was a bad thing...why?:: My brain tried to process through the haze of passion that engulfed my mind. ::Ken and Omi:: I reached up and grabbed the hand that Aya had under my shirt, suddenly remembering about the other two members in the house. He made a small noise in his throat, akin to that of a child whose lollipop had just been taken away, and reluctantly stopped what he was doing and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"Aya. What are we going to do about Ken and Omi?" I asked, my back still leaning against his chest. I knew that it wasn't really my business to interfere but I hated seeing the two of them so miserable. Even if they didn't know they were miserable. They obviously loved each other but hadn't quite realized that the other felt the same. Though it was fun to tease Ken.
"Hm?" Aya never was much of one for words.
"Ken and Omi. We need to get them together. They're making themselves unhappy doing this, and soon they're going to be making the rest of our lives hell too." I clarified. He was silent after that, obviously thinking it over. I was certain that together we could come up with a way to get the two blind idiots out in the other room to realize the mix-up. Actually, I was pretty confident that I could do it myself, after all I -am- Youji, but it would be so much more fun with Aya along with me. ::I love him so much::
A soft snore in my ear. Sigh. Aya fell asleep. Smiling affectionately, I reached up and patted his head. Looks like no loving for Youji tonight.
~*~*~*~
I awoke slowly, reveling in the feeling of warmth all around me. Then I froze. ::Where am I?:: Without moving my head, I surveyed my surroundings. ::In the living room. How did I get here?:: Looking up, I saw a sleeping angel. ::No wait, that's Ken....he's holding me!:: Very carefully I resisted the urge to give into the screaming fangirl inside of me and I snuggled a bit closer into his arms. An aching pain in my back and really all along my body, reminded me of my little escapade.
Biting my lip before a groan could escape and wake up Ken, I squeezed my eyes shut against the dull ache of every moving part of my body. I frowned slightly as my brain got around to the question of why I was actually in Ken's arms. Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot. I remembered bursting out in tears and I winced. ::I must have sounded like a girl. How totally embarrassing:: Ken must have picked him up and brought him to the couch so he'd be more comfortable. ::How totally sweet of him!::
::...And then I fell asleep.:: Rolling my eyes at my stupidity, I tried to shift my weight so that it was comfortable for Ken. His arms tightened around me, and stopped immediately. I looked at his face, and saw a small smile there. ::Wonder what he's dreaming about.:: I pondered, not daring to allow myself the hope that it might actually be me. Reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead I smiled to myself. ::He's so beautiful when he's sleeping::
Determined, that no matter what the reason for it happening, I was going to enjoy my time in Ken's arms, I nuzzled in closer to him, my eyes shutting as sleep over took me one more time.
~*~*~*~
Amika pushed through the crowd of raving teenage girls, herself not included - she would never rave, that clogged the popular flower shop, and made her way over to where her two best friends, Risa and Emi stood ogling the workers. Flashing them both a smile as she walked up, she grabbed a nearby flower as the red headed hunk, Aya, glared. She knew that he was going to start on his 'If you're not buying anything, get out' tirade, and she was not going to get kicked out this time.
"Hey." Risa said, smiling back at her. Following Amika's example, she snagged a pot of some purple looking flowers from a nearby table. Nudging Emi to do the same, she rolled her eyes as her friend just stood there, a stupefied expression on her face.
"What's up with Emi?" Amika asked, a puzzled look in her eyes as she watched her friend.
"She convinced that Ken is gay." Risa said with an exasperated sigh. "And that him and Omi are having an affair." Amika laughed. She knew how much Emi adored Ken.
"And now Ken. How harsh. All of them are gay?" She asked. The three of them had already formed conclusions on the workers at the flower shop and were steadily convinced that Aya, Youji and Omi tended to walk on the left side of the street. Ken was the only one that they were unsure about, because they had seen him hanging out with that one girl, whatever her name was, before. ::Hmm... Ken and Omi. They'd be cute together:: She thought as her eyes trekked around the room.
Youji was busily 'trimming' a potted plant, but it was obvious from the way he flinched away from the screaming girls and bright sunlight that he was hung over. Aya was his usual grumpy self, though he took looked a little pale. ::Long night fellas?:: She giggled. They were so made for each other. The looks they gave each other when they thought that no one was watching, could have melted ice from the heat in them.
For all of Youji's 'womanizing' he never looked at one the same way he looked at Aya. He never acted the same way. He never was as forgiving.
Aya... it seemed like his favorite past time was to stare dramatically up into the sky or to yell at girls to get out of his shop. He told them to go. In Amika's opinion, that practically screamed gay.
And Omi. You really couldn't find someone gayer than Omi, who didn't walk around in yellow trenchcoats and pink hair. It was blaringly obvious with that boy.
Omi was walking across the shop, his back stiff and his movements jerky. Amika frowned as she wondered what had happened. A wide bruise splayed across the back of his left arm and she gasped. ::Hopefully its nothing too serious::
Her gaze intensified as she saw Ken walk up behind him, his eyes troubled. He made the pretense of straightening up a table of trimming tools, but he watched Omi's every move with a look in his eyes that Amika had seen before in Aya's. He diverted his gaze whenever Omi turned around, and therefore not seeing the way Omi looked at him with such longing.
Amika giggled as she shook her head. Looks like there was a soap opera going on here. ::Boys. When will they ever learn to talk about their feelings?:: Putting a companionable arm around Emi's shoulders, she grinned over her head at Risa.
"Why?" Emi asked, her voice distant. "Why did he have to be gay?" Emi still hadn't come to terms with the boys being gay. Risa and Amika on the other hand, loved it. It was just like an anime. "He was my last hope. Why did he have to be gay!?"
"Maybe his parents were gay?" Amika said, coming up with the first logical answer her brain supplied. Emi and Risa both stared at her. "What?"
"Gah!" Emi let loose an exasperated sigh and her and Risa turned to leave the store, Risa setting down her flowers as she walked out. Amika followed them, setting her flower down as she exited as well.
"What'd I say?"
TBC
Author's notes: Right. So I'm sorry that this chapter pretty much leans on the sucky side. Hehe, I'm leaving to go camping this weekend with my mom *sob* and I wanted to get it out before I left, so its kinda rushed. Not to mention the fact that its 5am (I have a bad habit of staying up entirely wayyy too late) and I am now past the point of any rational thought. ^_^ Thanks for sitting through the OOC Youji, the serious Ken and the screaming fangirls! It was much appreciated (*Whispers out the side of her mouth* So would your reviews...*hint hint nudge NUDGE*) bai bai! *waves*