The world can be a cruel place if you let it be. But if you stand up to it, if you manage to ignore the harsh jabs and the cruel words that fly your way, then you have something that most others don't. You have peace of mind. Of not caring about the standards of others. Of not judging yourself on what you think others want of you. He taught me this. He's taught me many things...
...But most of all...
...He taught me how to love...
Fallen Tears
::Chapter 5::
Standard Disclaimers apply
Looking up at the clock I noticed that it was not even close to the time for Omi to get home. There was at least a good two hours before he would come walking in the door. The wait was killing me.
Ever since Youji had given me that god-forsaken envelope, I hadn't been able to concentrate. Flipping through the papers I had found within, my eyes roamed the pages without seeing. I already knew the basics of what the mission were, Youji had filled me in, his eyes annoyed, when I continued to do nothing more than just stand and stare at him.
Not that that was a bad thing, per say. I was quite enjoying standing and staring at him like a statue. Hey, a little practice never hurt anyone. For when I quit my job as -both- florist and assassin due to a severe mental and nervous break down, maybe the wax museum downtown will hire me. Or I could be one of those people over in Great Britain. The ones that stand around all day, not talking and wearing odd hats. [1]
Blinking at how my own train of thought had just been horribly derailed, I once more tried to focus on the packet of information. There was a picture of the target followed by paragraph after paragraph of text. I wished that there were more pictures of the target. Pictures didn't swim in front of my eyes as much as the tiny print did.
I felt vaguely like a child looking at an adult novel, wishing for it to be a picture book. Thinking back briefly on an English picture book I had gotten once, I shook my head. That was a disaster at trying to learn a different language. It was all just too confusing; though the words would forever be branded into my mind, reminding me of yet another failure.
::A is for apple...::
Folding my arms on the table, I buried my head in them. I didn't even know why I was freaking out so badly about this mission. I've been on hundreds of missions before and not one of them had affected me this badly. I just couldn't concentrate on anything other than Omi, and a mission most definitely was not going to help anything.
::I'll probably end up getting everyone killed. I'd be too distracted noticing how the sun highlights Omi's hair:: I thought disgusted. I was so pathetic sometimes. ::Though he does look really cute when the sun shines down on him ^_^::
A silly grin spread across my face as I thought about the time I had 'kidnapped' Omi and made him go to a soccer game with me. He needed some fresh air and some sun! He got a really nice tan from it. He was a good sport about it all, but I could tell that he would rather have been at home on his computer. He kept avoiding looking at the game or me. What could be so fascinating about a hotdog, seriously?
::Hotdogs:: Suddenly I could feel my cheeks start to heat up as the tiny hentai part of my mind thought of various other things that looked like hotdogs.
::Okay, so maybe its not -that- tiny.:: I admitted to myself. ::More like a quarter of my mind, actually.:: A vivid memory of Omi eating the hotdog flashed in my head, and I could feel my blush deepen. ::Alright! So maybe it's more like a half or so. I'm not -that- perverted! Honest! I'm a guy for crying out loud! I'm supposed to have thoughts like that.::
As if it was the 'let's-bring-up-the-most-embarrassing-and-inappropriate-for-this-moment-but-we-don't-care-because-its-Ken-and-what's-he-going-to-do?-memories-train' another image of Omi licking his fingers after he had accidentally gotten some ketchup on them followed the first.
:: Right. So three-quarters hentai. That's my final offer. Not everything revolves around sex for me! No sir! I'm not like Youji, I don't need it 24-7. And my mind is most certainly not stuck in the gutter!:: ...Of course, right after the hotdog, Omi did spill some of his vanilla shake. On his shirt. And there was this little bit that dripped onto his chin....
...
::...I hate you.::
ANYWAYS! The mission, for some reason, is for Omi and me only. Which is odd because usually we get a choice on whether or not we wanted to accept. No Manx to stop by and brief us on it. No vague references or blurry pictures. Everything we needed was included in the envelope with no need for Omi to research on his computer. ::He's so good at his computers!:: I couldn't help but feel pride in how well Omi could manipulate anything electronic.
::Though whom am I kidding? He'll never go for some 'dumb jock' like me:: He could do so much better than just me. He had brains and looks. I knew next to nothing about computers, hell, a keyboard kicked my ass most of the time. I had seen the looks some of the guy customers gave him, and the looks he gave them back . All of them looked like they could easily hack into the security database of the government.
Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating, but they surely knew what that HMTL coding was, or how to build their own pageweb. Or something. Which was more than I could even dream of knowing. Me and computers, simply put, did not get along well. Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to push thoughts of Omi out of my head.
I looked at the picture of the target again, and my eyes narrowed. He was an English man, I could tell that just from looking at him. No need to read the thousands of lines to figure that out. I'd read them later, when my head wasn't pounding. He also seemed to be the grandfatherly type. He seemed to be in his late 50's and slightly portly. His hair was snow white, as was his mustache and his oddly pointy beard. And he carried a cane, though he seemed to be able to walk on his own without the help of a cane. ::Must be for looks:: [2]
Scanning the rest of the page, I noticed that there were some random English words interjected throughout the paper. ::It would figure. They'd just have to put English in there.:: Squinting, I brought my face closer to the paper, trying to sound out the encoded text.
"F...fr..." My tongue twisted horribly on the foreign sounds and I could feel my headache growing worse. ::F is for fairy:: My mind brought up that horrid book again, not helping at -all-. ::The fabulous fairy found the forbidden fruit to be fantastic.:: [3] If it was possible I think I would be outside drop kicking my brain at this very moment. But as it was, I could nothing more than ignore the mocking voice in my head as I continued trying to decipher the English. "Fr...fri...fried ...chi... ke..n..." At least the second word wasn't as hard the first. "Furaido chikken???"
I blinked as I thought about what the words must mean. ::Must be some sort of code name for him or something:: Though why someone would want to be called Fried Chicken was beyond me. Pushing the documents off to the side to be dealt with when Omi got home, I propped my elbow up on the table and set my chin in my palm.
::So ...tired.:: It'd been a while since I had slept decently and this morning shift wasn't helping in the slightest. Good thing it was slow in the shop and I was able to take a break. Youji had told me that he would cover for me while I looked over the mission packet.
Closing my eyes briefly I decided that I would allow myself a quick catnap of about five minutes. And then I'd have to get back to work, I couldn't very well leave Youji to fend for himself all day, no matter how tempting the idea might have been. I felt my lips curl up into a small smile as the darkness overcame me, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. [4]
...That is until I noticed the dramatic drop in temperature and the sudden strong wind blowing over me.
Opening my eyes I think I near fell over in shock. I was no longer in the kitchen or the shop. Looking around me I realized I was on top of what looked like a giant cliff, and by the crashing sounds below me, the ocean was just over the edge. ::What the hell.::
`My mind was working a mile a minute trying to process everything that was happening. The fact that I had fallen asleep at the kitchen table and woken up on a cliff, was somehow a difficult concept for me to grasp. Eyes darting side to side, I took careful stock of my surroundings. I had already determined that there was a cliff, and an ocean, but the cliff seemed to go on for forever in either direction. It seemed like there was no end. Turning around so that my back was facing the drop, I did a quick survey of the rest of the area.
Nothing. There was nothing. It was like a desert. And it too, stretched on for as far as the eye could see. ::What the hell am I doing here?:: I thought, my eyes wide with disbelief. ::-How- the hell did I get here:: The complete randomness of suddenly appearing in the middle of no where was making my head hurt. More.
"Help!" My head snapped up and I whipped around at the sound of the cry. "Someone please help me!" It was barely noticeable over all the noise, but it was most definitely human. And it had come from the other side of the cliff. ::Someone's down there!:: Gulping, I inched closer to the side of the cliff, trying to see just how far down the person was and in what condition. My shoulders were tense, and I could hear my own heartbeat over the crash of waves.
"Hold on! I'm coming for you!" I shouted out to the person, as I got down on my stomach so I could safely peer over the edge. There! A small figure was huddled on one of the outcroppings not too far down. I pulled my chest out over the side, trying to get a better look at who it was. "Are you hurt?" The person looked up at me, and I nearly fell off the edge when I saw who it was. "OMI!?!"
"Ken!" His face was pale and his eyes looked huge in his small face. "You came for me!" His voice was weak and shaky, but I could tell that he was still holding on. ::Okay, what to do, what to do!?:: I had to get him up from there, but how?
I carefully eyed the distance between him and the ledge of the cliff, noticing with displeasure that it was too far for me to reach down and him to reach up. I needed something for him to grab onto while I pulled him up. My eyes did a quick overview of the area again, and I cursed when my search showed up empty. There was absolutely nothing out there. ::My sweatshirt!:: My lips curled up into a humorless smile as I noticed that at least there was a small bit of luck with me. I still had my orange sweatshirt tied around my waist, and I gratefully undid it.
"Here Omi, grab onto this and don't let go. I'm going to pull you up." He nodded, showing that he understood, and I lowered the sweatshirt down to him. I wiggled back so that I was once more firmly steadied on the ground and I felt a short tug on the fabric, signifying that he had a firm grasp.
Gritting my teeth from the exertion, I slowly started pulling him up, praying to whatever gods were out there, most especially the Sweatshirt God, that it didn't rip.
I must have been a good boy this year, because apparently someone heard my prayer and soon the blonde head of Omi could be seen peeking over the edge. Reaching out I grasped his hand, pulling him all the way onto solid ground. We lay there panting for what seemed like an hour but couldn't have been more than three minutes.
After we had both caught our breath, I looked over at him to find that he was looking back at me. Our eyes met and I found myself short of breath again. Getting a hold of myself, I looked back up at the sky, putting my arms behind my head.
"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. The oddness of the situation was coming back in full force now that the danger was gone. Everything seemed so surreal. He murmured deep in his throat, and I could hear him moving around, trying to get comfortable though I didn't bother turning my head to look at him. I started when I felt his body press up against my side and I whipped my head around to look at him.
He smiled up at me sleepily, his arm lying lazily across my chest. I blinked at him for a second, and then, giving a small mental shrug, I put my arm around his shoulders. ::This can't be real!:: The total situation was unbelievable, and my brain was doing circus flips trying to figure out what exactly was going on while my body was reacting on auto pilot. In the back of my head I could hear the fangirl in me screaming its head off. ::OH MY GOD! I'M TOUCHING OMI! OMI IS TOUCHING ME! AHHH::
I closed my eyes as I felt him snuggle closer, a huge grin spreading across my face. This felt so right, and suddenly nothing else mattered. I didn't care about where I was, or how I had gotten there. Not to mention the fact of how and why Omi had gotten down the side of the cliff.
That was until I felt a hot tongue on my neck.
My eyes popped open and I sat bolt upright, spilling Omi off of me. I stared at him in shock, my mouth opening and closing though no words escaped. He looked up at me, his eyes hurt. I immediately felt bad for my over reacting, and reached out a hand to him. ::Did...Omi... just lick me?!:: I thought incredulously. ::It must have been an accident, Omi would never do that... would he?::
I gathered my voice to apologize to him, but stopped abruptly. He was looking up at me through his bangs, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and a feral smile was pasted on his face. I stumbled to my feet, my eyes so wide I wasn't sure I would ever be able to blink again.
"O...Omi?" Even my voice sounded off kilter. ::Wow...today really sucks:: He got to his feet as well, and took a step towards me. My feet moved me a step back by their own volition and I could feel the cool spray of the ocean on the back of my neck. ::Uh oh. Gotta watch the edge:: Looking back at Omi, I felt myself calm down. What was I doing? Regardless of if he was being more aggressive than he normally was, this was still Omi. An Omi who licked me. My mind went fuzzy as I remembered the feel of his mouth on my skin and a goofy smile broke across my face.
"Is everything alright Ken?" He asked, taking another step towards me. I nodded slowly, and suddenly he was in my arms, his face buried in my chest. I tightened my hold on him and breathed in his scent. He smelled, as odd as this sounds, of flowers and technology. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I loved it. It was Omi.
Peering over his head, I spotted my sweatshirt on the ground not far away, lying in a discarded heap. My eyes narrowed as something clicked in my head. ::Wait a minute... I wasn't wearing that today. These aren't even the clothes I was wearing earlier!?:: My forehead furrowed as I thought of how my sweatshirt had magically appeared. ::What's going on here?:: Pushing Omi away from me slightly I looked down into his confused eyes.
"Omi, what's going on? Why am I here? What is here? And how did you ge..." He placed his finger over my lips, cutting off my stream of questions. An odd smile on his face, he stood on his tiptoe and placed his mouth near my ear.
"Because Ken," He whispered, his voice husky. "This is your dream." My mouth opened in shock and I jerked away from him, forgetting too late how close I was to the edge. I was overcome by the sensation of weightlessness and Omi was rapidly getting smaller and smaller. ::I'm flying!:: I paused, the echo of the ocean in my ears. ::No wait, I'm falling. Not good:: My hand reached out to the tiny dot that was now Omi and I felt my body hit something hard and then the sensation that I was drowning took me and I gasped for breath, my eyes open wide....
Only to find myself looking into the annoyed face of Youji from my sprawled position on the floor, my face and hair dripping wet, thanks to a carefully aimed glass of water.
"Oi Sleeping Beauty. Break time's over. I need your help back in the shop." He said, setting down the now empty glass he was holding in his hand. I blink stupidly up at him, my mind not focusing. ::That was all a dream??:: I shook my head to clear it, sending droplets of water flying through the air. Youji took a step back to avoid getting wet and folded his arms over his chest in annoyance. "C'mon get up."
I glared at him and used the chair I had fallen out of to help me up. Glancing up at the clock, I realized that I had only been asleep for seven minutes, even though it seemed like hours had passed in my dream I looked down to see that I was once more in my normal attire, and blushed as I remembered Omi's tongue. Youji saw my blush and smirked.
"Wonder what you were dreaming about. You wouldn't wake up even when I shouted at you, that's why I had to use the water" he said, gesturing to the still empty glass. "And you kept moaning Omi's name." Glaring, I pushed past him, walking out into the shop. I didn't feel like putting up with his teasing right now.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of orange and I stopped short. There, lying in the corner was my orange sweatshirt, the same one that had been with me in the dream. ::Its stalking me!:: Shaking my head, I continued on to where I could already hear the bubble of customer's voices from the front shop. ::I hope Omi gets home soon.:: I thought, my mental clock already ticking down the time till the blonde angel would be home. ::That sweatshirt is kinda creepy::
~*~*~*~
I sighed as I looked once more at my computer screen. Nothing. I'd been looking for hours and I still couldn't find anything on our target. Well, maybe hours was a bit of an exaggeration. I suppose if you added up all the time when I had been -actually- looking it added up to over an hour... but still, I had been sitting here since just a little after I had gotten home from school. Which was at three. I glanced up at the clock. It was past midnight now.
::I still can't believe I'm going to be on a mission. Alone. With Ken.:: I had nearly fallen over when he first told me about it, not quite believing what he was saying. He seemed a little put out by it, and that just mostly killed my excitement. If Ken didn't want to be stuck with me, then what was the point of being happy about it?
But still, some part of me wouldn't stop chanting ::'I'm going on a date with Ken~! I'm going on a date with Ken~!':: Regardless of whether or not it was a mission. Resisting the urge to bang my head on the table, I heard a woman's giggle and then Youji's deep voice. ::He brought his date here?!:: I thought incredulously. ::What was he thinking?! Maybe him and Aya broke up?:: I hoped not. Not only were they a cute couple and made for each other, but it would make life hell for the rest of us.
Looking over to my open door, I saw Youji walking by with a pretty brunette hanging all over him. He stopped briefly and gave me a thumbs up sign. I smiled weakly at him and he kept going on his way. ::This isn't good::
Pushing all thoughts of Youji and his romantic issues out of my head for now, I turned back to my computer. This target that we had was incredibly elusive. I could only find bits and pieces of information on him, and none of it matched up. I found a site with his picture on it, but it was an advertisement for American fast food. Though I did recognize a word from the site that was also on our mission sheet. ::Fried chicken. What does it all mean??:: My head was starting to hurt from all the questions swarming in it.
My eyes widened and a blush spread across my cheeks as sounds of Youji's date's moaning drifted throughout the house. ::Jeez, you would think he could at least close the door.:: My mind began to drift as I thought of what Ken would sound like moaning my name, and I immediately caught myself, my entire face on fire. ::Ken would never do that!!:: As sad as it made me, I knew the thought was true. Ken just...didn't like me like that. His reaction to being stuck on a mission with me proved that.
Sighing, I gave up on my computer and threw myself down on my bed. The sounds of the moans intensified and I tried my best to block them out. And the mental images Ken doing something like that to me. ::I'd love to moan his name:: I thought then clasped my hand over my mouth even though I hadn't said anything. I looked around guiltily to see if anyone had heard me think that, even though no one could. ::Except maybe Schuldig. You listening Schwartz?:: When no answer came I nodded and went back to my speculations.
I think I might have fallen asleep for a little bit, drifting off to the sound of Youji and his date enjoying the company of each other, sounding suspiciously like Ken and myself in my head. Though thankfully this time I -didn't- dream. I don't think I could handle another dream like that. I might wake up to something ...unpleasant and embarrassing.
But as it was, the sound of the woman Youji had brought over yelling angrily at him. Groaning, I rolled off my bed and peeked my head out the door. The woman glared at me as she stormed past, her dress on backwards and her hair messed up. I stared after her for a moment and then retreated back into my room and sat down at my computer.
I looked up at the sound of my door closing a second later and blinked as I saw Ken standing in my room. He gave me a small smile and went to go sit down on my bed. I stayed where I was and looked at him.
"Hi." He said, staring back at me. I blinked at him.
"Hi."
"You don't mind if I chill in here do you Omi?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably. I supposed my staring wasn't helping any, but I couldn't stop. Ken in my room after all the fantasies I had just had about him seemed like a godsend. After another moment of staring I realized that he was waiting for me to say something.
"Uh... no?" I guessed, not really remembering what the question was. Getting up from my chair, I went over and sat down on the bed next to him. Well, next to the two feet beside him. I stared sadly at the distance and then shook my head as I reminded myself that nothing would ever happen between us.
"Youji really messed up this time didn't he?" His tone was light, but I could tell that he was worried about our blonde haired roommate. ::I hope those two get everything fixed between them. I don't like seeing them unhappy.::
"Yeah...and Aya." I said, nodding my head. He looked over and smiled at me. ::He really does have a beautiful smile:: I was suddenly aware of how close he was, even though there was quite some distance between us. I felt myself sliding slowly towards him, my eyes still locked on his.
"Those noises...they ...were making earlier..." Was it me or was his voice just a little breathless? It couldn't be because of the same reason that I was short of breath, could it? Nah, I'm probably just imagining it.
"They ...were annoying," With every word I was moving that much closer to him, like a moth drawn to a flame. My mind balked at what I was doing. It screamed at me that I was going to make a fool of myself. ::You're going to make a fool of yourself!:: See what I mean? But I couldn't stop. Being this close to him, how could I not do anything?
"Weren't... they?" His eyes burned my own, and I was lost in his warmth. I was less than three inches from him, and I could feel his body heat on my bare arms as I continued to lean forward. My eyes drooped and I stared up at him sleepily, licking my lips in nervousness. What was I doing?
"Yeah..." My voice was little more than a whisper, the word drifting on my exhaled breath. Something in his eyes sparked and I felt myself responding, bringing my face up even as his came down. My eyes closed of their own volition and I could feel his warm breath on my mouth.
The muffled sound of screaming from downstairs followed by the slamming of the front door, ripped between us and we jumped apart. My face was burning and I knew without looking that I was red as a tomato. ::I can't believe I almost molested Ken:: I was such an idiot! ::That could have been so embarrassing:: I thought to myself as I sneaked a glance at Ken through my bangs. He was staring at the floor, his expression one of horrified revelation. My heart sank. ::Correcting. That WAS so embarrassing::
"Ken..." I started, lifting my head to look at him.
"Omi..." he said at the same time, turning so that he was facing me. He started laughing and I joined in, amazed at how quickly the tension dissipated. ::This. This is how it should be. Friends. I can't ruin that with my feelings. I don't want to lose him.:: The thought echoed in my head, leaving me empty and sad. I tried to be happy with just friends, but something told me it would be a lesson in failing.
"Hey, I'm gonna go back to my room now. It seems like things have calmed down for now." He said standing up. I smiled up at him and he returned it. With a small wave, he opened the door and left, leaving me with my thoughts and the silence, punctuated only by the soft click of the door closing.
::I almost kissed Ken!!:: My mind seemed reluctant to let it go, not that I was complaining. Thinking back on how close I was to giving in, I glanced over at the mission report lying on my desk. Suddenly the mission seemed daunting, and I wasn't as excited as I was before. ::Is this a bad idea:: I thought to myself, lying back on my bed. ::Will I be able to control myself?::
TBC
[1]: You know, those guards that stand around and do nothing... people make fun of their hats... o.O? ...Anyone?
[2]: Know who it is? Its odd, I'll tell you that much, but it should be slightly familiar. o.o um... read the AxY side story if you want more details....
[3]: right, so this just has to be the gayest sentence ever created. *blink* and that was on purpose...lol, I was trying to think of words that started with 'f' (though every time I asked one of my friend's their immediate answer was, of course, FUCK. But still....;; Fairy seemed like a nice little kid name... and isn't that also what you call a gay person? Lol...I thought it was funny... but then again that's just me... I hope I didn't offend anyone...x.x
[4]: You guys are lucky!! I had a totally different dream planned out ...it was not productive to the plot at all, but it amused me in some small way... but I was convinced that it wouldn't be right to put it in there, so I wrote a completely different dream sequence for you guys...I hope you liked it.....or something.
Quick recap of the first dream: Youji's in a sailor dress, Aya's acting like Ryuichi (from Gravitation) to some extent. They meet and start making out on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Omi's dating Brad and Farfie's dressed up as a daisy (he's their pet flower) and Schu and Nagi are in skintight jumpsuits cancan-ing to Gactk's vanilla...
...well, -I- thought it was amusing... though in retrospect I'm not quite sure you -can- cancan to Vanilla...and it wasn't so much as funny as odd.... And random...o.o
Author's notes:!! Wow...so this took forever and a day to write...I mean, like whoa...talk about writer's block...(not to mention I couldn't post this till I got the side story done and -that- was a major block) ........ ugh... this chapter is pointless, but I rather liked the almost kiss part...^_^ I was going to make them kiss, but decided that that would be more explaining than I wanted to do, so I just left it at that.....;; This will only go on for like two more chapters... ^^ I'm getting rather tired of writing it...lol, first person was just -not- something I was made to write...ah well, too late now...
Though, I was tempted to delete this entire fic two days ago...x.x. The dreaded writer's block struck me hard and I was hating this fic...u.u... Though Lady Cosmos stopped me from deleting it, threatening to write a RanxKen fic if I did... and since she's one of the few KenxOmi writers out there, I couldn't let her go to the darkside... *whispers* She's a -really- good writer... you should go read her fics...n_n the name's Lady Cosmos. *nod nod* So thank her for me not deleting this fic....or curse her... whichever! hehe
And thankies to my reviewers:
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...But most of all...
...He taught me how to love...
Fallen Tears
::Chapter 5::
Standard Disclaimers apply
Looking up at the clock I noticed that it was not even close to the time for Omi to get home. There was at least a good two hours before he would come walking in the door. The wait was killing me.
Ever since Youji had given me that god-forsaken envelope, I hadn't been able to concentrate. Flipping through the papers I had found within, my eyes roamed the pages without seeing. I already knew the basics of what the mission were, Youji had filled me in, his eyes annoyed, when I continued to do nothing more than just stand and stare at him.
Not that that was a bad thing, per say. I was quite enjoying standing and staring at him like a statue. Hey, a little practice never hurt anyone. For when I quit my job as -both- florist and assassin due to a severe mental and nervous break down, maybe the wax museum downtown will hire me. Or I could be one of those people over in Great Britain. The ones that stand around all day, not talking and wearing odd hats. [1]
Blinking at how my own train of thought had just been horribly derailed, I once more tried to focus on the packet of information. There was a picture of the target followed by paragraph after paragraph of text. I wished that there were more pictures of the target. Pictures didn't swim in front of my eyes as much as the tiny print did.
I felt vaguely like a child looking at an adult novel, wishing for it to be a picture book. Thinking back briefly on an English picture book I had gotten once, I shook my head. That was a disaster at trying to learn a different language. It was all just too confusing; though the words would forever be branded into my mind, reminding me of yet another failure.
::A is for apple...::
Folding my arms on the table, I buried my head in them. I didn't even know why I was freaking out so badly about this mission. I've been on hundreds of missions before and not one of them had affected me this badly. I just couldn't concentrate on anything other than Omi, and a mission most definitely was not going to help anything.
::I'll probably end up getting everyone killed. I'd be too distracted noticing how the sun highlights Omi's hair:: I thought disgusted. I was so pathetic sometimes. ::Though he does look really cute when the sun shines down on him ^_^::
A silly grin spread across my face as I thought about the time I had 'kidnapped' Omi and made him go to a soccer game with me. He needed some fresh air and some sun! He got a really nice tan from it. He was a good sport about it all, but I could tell that he would rather have been at home on his computer. He kept avoiding looking at the game or me. What could be so fascinating about a hotdog, seriously?
::Hotdogs:: Suddenly I could feel my cheeks start to heat up as the tiny hentai part of my mind thought of various other things that looked like hotdogs.
::Okay, so maybe its not -that- tiny.:: I admitted to myself. ::More like a quarter of my mind, actually.:: A vivid memory of Omi eating the hotdog flashed in my head, and I could feel my blush deepen. ::Alright! So maybe it's more like a half or so. I'm not -that- perverted! Honest! I'm a guy for crying out loud! I'm supposed to have thoughts like that.::
As if it was the 'let's-bring-up-the-most-embarrassing-and-inappropriate-for-this-moment-but-we-don't-care-because-its-Ken-and-what's-he-going-to-do?-memories-train' another image of Omi licking his fingers after he had accidentally gotten some ketchup on them followed the first.
:: Right. So three-quarters hentai. That's my final offer. Not everything revolves around sex for me! No sir! I'm not like Youji, I don't need it 24-7. And my mind is most certainly not stuck in the gutter!:: ...Of course, right after the hotdog, Omi did spill some of his vanilla shake. On his shirt. And there was this little bit that dripped onto his chin....
...
::...I hate you.::
ANYWAYS! The mission, for some reason, is for Omi and me only. Which is odd because usually we get a choice on whether or not we wanted to accept. No Manx to stop by and brief us on it. No vague references or blurry pictures. Everything we needed was included in the envelope with no need for Omi to research on his computer. ::He's so good at his computers!:: I couldn't help but feel pride in how well Omi could manipulate anything electronic.
::Though whom am I kidding? He'll never go for some 'dumb jock' like me:: He could do so much better than just me. He had brains and looks. I knew next to nothing about computers, hell, a keyboard kicked my ass most of the time. I had seen the looks some of the guy customers gave him, and the looks he gave them back . All of them looked like they could easily hack into the security database of the government.
Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating, but they surely knew what that HMTL coding was, or how to build their own pageweb. Or something. Which was more than I could even dream of knowing. Me and computers, simply put, did not get along well. Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to push thoughts of Omi out of my head.
I looked at the picture of the target again, and my eyes narrowed. He was an English man, I could tell that just from looking at him. No need to read the thousands of lines to figure that out. I'd read them later, when my head wasn't pounding. He also seemed to be the grandfatherly type. He seemed to be in his late 50's and slightly portly. His hair was snow white, as was his mustache and his oddly pointy beard. And he carried a cane, though he seemed to be able to walk on his own without the help of a cane. ::Must be for looks:: [2]
Scanning the rest of the page, I noticed that there were some random English words interjected throughout the paper. ::It would figure. They'd just have to put English in there.:: Squinting, I brought my face closer to the paper, trying to sound out the encoded text.
"F...fr..." My tongue twisted horribly on the foreign sounds and I could feel my headache growing worse. ::F is for fairy:: My mind brought up that horrid book again, not helping at -all-. ::The fabulous fairy found the forbidden fruit to be fantastic.:: [3] If it was possible I think I would be outside drop kicking my brain at this very moment. But as it was, I could nothing more than ignore the mocking voice in my head as I continued trying to decipher the English. "Fr...fri...fried ...chi... ke..n..." At least the second word wasn't as hard the first. "Furaido chikken???"
I blinked as I thought about what the words must mean. ::Must be some sort of code name for him or something:: Though why someone would want to be called Fried Chicken was beyond me. Pushing the documents off to the side to be dealt with when Omi got home, I propped my elbow up on the table and set my chin in my palm.
::So ...tired.:: It'd been a while since I had slept decently and this morning shift wasn't helping in the slightest. Good thing it was slow in the shop and I was able to take a break. Youji had told me that he would cover for me while I looked over the mission packet.
Closing my eyes briefly I decided that I would allow myself a quick catnap of about five minutes. And then I'd have to get back to work, I couldn't very well leave Youji to fend for himself all day, no matter how tempting the idea might have been. I felt my lips curl up into a small smile as the darkness overcame me, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. [4]
...That is until I noticed the dramatic drop in temperature and the sudden strong wind blowing over me.
Opening my eyes I think I near fell over in shock. I was no longer in the kitchen or the shop. Looking around me I realized I was on top of what looked like a giant cliff, and by the crashing sounds below me, the ocean was just over the edge. ::What the hell.::
`My mind was working a mile a minute trying to process everything that was happening. The fact that I had fallen asleep at the kitchen table and woken up on a cliff, was somehow a difficult concept for me to grasp. Eyes darting side to side, I took careful stock of my surroundings. I had already determined that there was a cliff, and an ocean, but the cliff seemed to go on for forever in either direction. It seemed like there was no end. Turning around so that my back was facing the drop, I did a quick survey of the rest of the area.
Nothing. There was nothing. It was like a desert. And it too, stretched on for as far as the eye could see. ::What the hell am I doing here?:: I thought, my eyes wide with disbelief. ::-How- the hell did I get here:: The complete randomness of suddenly appearing in the middle of no where was making my head hurt. More.
"Help!" My head snapped up and I whipped around at the sound of the cry. "Someone please help me!" It was barely noticeable over all the noise, but it was most definitely human. And it had come from the other side of the cliff. ::Someone's down there!:: Gulping, I inched closer to the side of the cliff, trying to see just how far down the person was and in what condition. My shoulders were tense, and I could hear my own heartbeat over the crash of waves.
"Hold on! I'm coming for you!" I shouted out to the person, as I got down on my stomach so I could safely peer over the edge. There! A small figure was huddled on one of the outcroppings not too far down. I pulled my chest out over the side, trying to get a better look at who it was. "Are you hurt?" The person looked up at me, and I nearly fell off the edge when I saw who it was. "OMI!?!"
"Ken!" His face was pale and his eyes looked huge in his small face. "You came for me!" His voice was weak and shaky, but I could tell that he was still holding on. ::Okay, what to do, what to do!?:: I had to get him up from there, but how?
I carefully eyed the distance between him and the ledge of the cliff, noticing with displeasure that it was too far for me to reach down and him to reach up. I needed something for him to grab onto while I pulled him up. My eyes did a quick overview of the area again, and I cursed when my search showed up empty. There was absolutely nothing out there. ::My sweatshirt!:: My lips curled up into a humorless smile as I noticed that at least there was a small bit of luck with me. I still had my orange sweatshirt tied around my waist, and I gratefully undid it.
"Here Omi, grab onto this and don't let go. I'm going to pull you up." He nodded, showing that he understood, and I lowered the sweatshirt down to him. I wiggled back so that I was once more firmly steadied on the ground and I felt a short tug on the fabric, signifying that he had a firm grasp.
Gritting my teeth from the exertion, I slowly started pulling him up, praying to whatever gods were out there, most especially the Sweatshirt God, that it didn't rip.
I must have been a good boy this year, because apparently someone heard my prayer and soon the blonde head of Omi could be seen peeking over the edge. Reaching out I grasped his hand, pulling him all the way onto solid ground. We lay there panting for what seemed like an hour but couldn't have been more than three minutes.
After we had both caught our breath, I looked over at him to find that he was looking back at me. Our eyes met and I found myself short of breath again. Getting a hold of myself, I looked back up at the sky, putting my arms behind my head.
"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. The oddness of the situation was coming back in full force now that the danger was gone. Everything seemed so surreal. He murmured deep in his throat, and I could hear him moving around, trying to get comfortable though I didn't bother turning my head to look at him. I started when I felt his body press up against my side and I whipped my head around to look at him.
He smiled up at me sleepily, his arm lying lazily across my chest. I blinked at him for a second, and then, giving a small mental shrug, I put my arm around his shoulders. ::This can't be real!:: The total situation was unbelievable, and my brain was doing circus flips trying to figure out what exactly was going on while my body was reacting on auto pilot. In the back of my head I could hear the fangirl in me screaming its head off. ::OH MY GOD! I'M TOUCHING OMI! OMI IS TOUCHING ME! AHHH::
I closed my eyes as I felt him snuggle closer, a huge grin spreading across my face. This felt so right, and suddenly nothing else mattered. I didn't care about where I was, or how I had gotten there. Not to mention the fact of how and why Omi had gotten down the side of the cliff.
That was until I felt a hot tongue on my neck.
My eyes popped open and I sat bolt upright, spilling Omi off of me. I stared at him in shock, my mouth opening and closing though no words escaped. He looked up at me, his eyes hurt. I immediately felt bad for my over reacting, and reached out a hand to him. ::Did...Omi... just lick me?!:: I thought incredulously. ::It must have been an accident, Omi would never do that... would he?::
I gathered my voice to apologize to him, but stopped abruptly. He was looking up at me through his bangs, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and a feral smile was pasted on his face. I stumbled to my feet, my eyes so wide I wasn't sure I would ever be able to blink again.
"O...Omi?" Even my voice sounded off kilter. ::Wow...today really sucks:: He got to his feet as well, and took a step towards me. My feet moved me a step back by their own volition and I could feel the cool spray of the ocean on the back of my neck. ::Uh oh. Gotta watch the edge:: Looking back at Omi, I felt myself calm down. What was I doing? Regardless of if he was being more aggressive than he normally was, this was still Omi. An Omi who licked me. My mind went fuzzy as I remembered the feel of his mouth on my skin and a goofy smile broke across my face.
"Is everything alright Ken?" He asked, taking another step towards me. I nodded slowly, and suddenly he was in my arms, his face buried in my chest. I tightened my hold on him and breathed in his scent. He smelled, as odd as this sounds, of flowers and technology. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I loved it. It was Omi.
Peering over his head, I spotted my sweatshirt on the ground not far away, lying in a discarded heap. My eyes narrowed as something clicked in my head. ::Wait a minute... I wasn't wearing that today. These aren't even the clothes I was wearing earlier!?:: My forehead furrowed as I thought of how my sweatshirt had magically appeared. ::What's going on here?:: Pushing Omi away from me slightly I looked down into his confused eyes.
"Omi, what's going on? Why am I here? What is here? And how did you ge..." He placed his finger over my lips, cutting off my stream of questions. An odd smile on his face, he stood on his tiptoe and placed his mouth near my ear.
"Because Ken," He whispered, his voice husky. "This is your dream." My mouth opened in shock and I jerked away from him, forgetting too late how close I was to the edge. I was overcome by the sensation of weightlessness and Omi was rapidly getting smaller and smaller. ::I'm flying!:: I paused, the echo of the ocean in my ears. ::No wait, I'm falling. Not good:: My hand reached out to the tiny dot that was now Omi and I felt my body hit something hard and then the sensation that I was drowning took me and I gasped for breath, my eyes open wide....
Only to find myself looking into the annoyed face of Youji from my sprawled position on the floor, my face and hair dripping wet, thanks to a carefully aimed glass of water.
"Oi Sleeping Beauty. Break time's over. I need your help back in the shop." He said, setting down the now empty glass he was holding in his hand. I blink stupidly up at him, my mind not focusing. ::That was all a dream??:: I shook my head to clear it, sending droplets of water flying through the air. Youji took a step back to avoid getting wet and folded his arms over his chest in annoyance. "C'mon get up."
I glared at him and used the chair I had fallen out of to help me up. Glancing up at the clock, I realized that I had only been asleep for seven minutes, even though it seemed like hours had passed in my dream I looked down to see that I was once more in my normal attire, and blushed as I remembered Omi's tongue. Youji saw my blush and smirked.
"Wonder what you were dreaming about. You wouldn't wake up even when I shouted at you, that's why I had to use the water" he said, gesturing to the still empty glass. "And you kept moaning Omi's name." Glaring, I pushed past him, walking out into the shop. I didn't feel like putting up with his teasing right now.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of orange and I stopped short. There, lying in the corner was my orange sweatshirt, the same one that had been with me in the dream. ::Its stalking me!:: Shaking my head, I continued on to where I could already hear the bubble of customer's voices from the front shop. ::I hope Omi gets home soon.:: I thought, my mental clock already ticking down the time till the blonde angel would be home. ::That sweatshirt is kinda creepy::
~*~*~*~
I sighed as I looked once more at my computer screen. Nothing. I'd been looking for hours and I still couldn't find anything on our target. Well, maybe hours was a bit of an exaggeration. I suppose if you added up all the time when I had been -actually- looking it added up to over an hour... but still, I had been sitting here since just a little after I had gotten home from school. Which was at three. I glanced up at the clock. It was past midnight now.
::I still can't believe I'm going to be on a mission. Alone. With Ken.:: I had nearly fallen over when he first told me about it, not quite believing what he was saying. He seemed a little put out by it, and that just mostly killed my excitement. If Ken didn't want to be stuck with me, then what was the point of being happy about it?
But still, some part of me wouldn't stop chanting ::'I'm going on a date with Ken~! I'm going on a date with Ken~!':: Regardless of whether or not it was a mission. Resisting the urge to bang my head on the table, I heard a woman's giggle and then Youji's deep voice. ::He brought his date here?!:: I thought incredulously. ::What was he thinking?! Maybe him and Aya broke up?:: I hoped not. Not only were they a cute couple and made for each other, but it would make life hell for the rest of us.
Looking over to my open door, I saw Youji walking by with a pretty brunette hanging all over him. He stopped briefly and gave me a thumbs up sign. I smiled weakly at him and he kept going on his way. ::This isn't good::
Pushing all thoughts of Youji and his romantic issues out of my head for now, I turned back to my computer. This target that we had was incredibly elusive. I could only find bits and pieces of information on him, and none of it matched up. I found a site with his picture on it, but it was an advertisement for American fast food. Though I did recognize a word from the site that was also on our mission sheet. ::Fried chicken. What does it all mean??:: My head was starting to hurt from all the questions swarming in it.
My eyes widened and a blush spread across my cheeks as sounds of Youji's date's moaning drifted throughout the house. ::Jeez, you would think he could at least close the door.:: My mind began to drift as I thought of what Ken would sound like moaning my name, and I immediately caught myself, my entire face on fire. ::Ken would never do that!!:: As sad as it made me, I knew the thought was true. Ken just...didn't like me like that. His reaction to being stuck on a mission with me proved that.
Sighing, I gave up on my computer and threw myself down on my bed. The sounds of the moans intensified and I tried my best to block them out. And the mental images Ken doing something like that to me. ::I'd love to moan his name:: I thought then clasped my hand over my mouth even though I hadn't said anything. I looked around guiltily to see if anyone had heard me think that, even though no one could. ::Except maybe Schuldig. You listening Schwartz?:: When no answer came I nodded and went back to my speculations.
I think I might have fallen asleep for a little bit, drifting off to the sound of Youji and his date enjoying the company of each other, sounding suspiciously like Ken and myself in my head. Though thankfully this time I -didn't- dream. I don't think I could handle another dream like that. I might wake up to something ...unpleasant and embarrassing.
But as it was, the sound of the woman Youji had brought over yelling angrily at him. Groaning, I rolled off my bed and peeked my head out the door. The woman glared at me as she stormed past, her dress on backwards and her hair messed up. I stared after her for a moment and then retreated back into my room and sat down at my computer.
I looked up at the sound of my door closing a second later and blinked as I saw Ken standing in my room. He gave me a small smile and went to go sit down on my bed. I stayed where I was and looked at him.
"Hi." He said, staring back at me. I blinked at him.
"Hi."
"You don't mind if I chill in here do you Omi?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably. I supposed my staring wasn't helping any, but I couldn't stop. Ken in my room after all the fantasies I had just had about him seemed like a godsend. After another moment of staring I realized that he was waiting for me to say something.
"Uh... no?" I guessed, not really remembering what the question was. Getting up from my chair, I went over and sat down on the bed next to him. Well, next to the two feet beside him. I stared sadly at the distance and then shook my head as I reminded myself that nothing would ever happen between us.
"Youji really messed up this time didn't he?" His tone was light, but I could tell that he was worried about our blonde haired roommate. ::I hope those two get everything fixed between them. I don't like seeing them unhappy.::
"Yeah...and Aya." I said, nodding my head. He looked over and smiled at me. ::He really does have a beautiful smile:: I was suddenly aware of how close he was, even though there was quite some distance between us. I felt myself sliding slowly towards him, my eyes still locked on his.
"Those noises...they ...were making earlier..." Was it me or was his voice just a little breathless? It couldn't be because of the same reason that I was short of breath, could it? Nah, I'm probably just imagining it.
"They ...were annoying," With every word I was moving that much closer to him, like a moth drawn to a flame. My mind balked at what I was doing. It screamed at me that I was going to make a fool of myself. ::You're going to make a fool of yourself!:: See what I mean? But I couldn't stop. Being this close to him, how could I not do anything?
"Weren't... they?" His eyes burned my own, and I was lost in his warmth. I was less than three inches from him, and I could feel his body heat on my bare arms as I continued to lean forward. My eyes drooped and I stared up at him sleepily, licking my lips in nervousness. What was I doing?
"Yeah..." My voice was little more than a whisper, the word drifting on my exhaled breath. Something in his eyes sparked and I felt myself responding, bringing my face up even as his came down. My eyes closed of their own volition and I could feel his warm breath on my mouth.
The muffled sound of screaming from downstairs followed by the slamming of the front door, ripped between us and we jumped apart. My face was burning and I knew without looking that I was red as a tomato. ::I can't believe I almost molested Ken:: I was such an idiot! ::That could have been so embarrassing:: I thought to myself as I sneaked a glance at Ken through my bangs. He was staring at the floor, his expression one of horrified revelation. My heart sank. ::Correcting. That WAS so embarrassing::
"Ken..." I started, lifting my head to look at him.
"Omi..." he said at the same time, turning so that he was facing me. He started laughing and I joined in, amazed at how quickly the tension dissipated. ::This. This is how it should be. Friends. I can't ruin that with my feelings. I don't want to lose him.:: The thought echoed in my head, leaving me empty and sad. I tried to be happy with just friends, but something told me it would be a lesson in failing.
"Hey, I'm gonna go back to my room now. It seems like things have calmed down for now." He said standing up. I smiled up at him and he returned it. With a small wave, he opened the door and left, leaving me with my thoughts and the silence, punctuated only by the soft click of the door closing.
::I almost kissed Ken!!:: My mind seemed reluctant to let it go, not that I was complaining. Thinking back on how close I was to giving in, I glanced over at the mission report lying on my desk. Suddenly the mission seemed daunting, and I wasn't as excited as I was before. ::Is this a bad idea:: I thought to myself, lying back on my bed. ::Will I be able to control myself?::
TBC
[1]: You know, those guards that stand around and do nothing... people make fun of their hats... o.O? ...Anyone?
[2]: Know who it is? Its odd, I'll tell you that much, but it should be slightly familiar. o.o um... read the AxY side story if you want more details....
[3]: right, so this just has to be the gayest sentence ever created. *blink* and that was on purpose...lol, I was trying to think of words that started with 'f' (though every time I asked one of my friend's their immediate answer was, of course, FUCK. But still....;; Fairy seemed like a nice little kid name... and isn't that also what you call a gay person? Lol...I thought it was funny... but then again that's just me... I hope I didn't offend anyone...x.x
[4]: You guys are lucky!! I had a totally different dream planned out ...it was not productive to the plot at all, but it amused me in some small way... but I was convinced that it wouldn't be right to put it in there, so I wrote a completely different dream sequence for you guys...I hope you liked it.....or something.
Quick recap of the first dream: Youji's in a sailor dress, Aya's acting like Ryuichi (from Gravitation) to some extent. They meet and start making out on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Omi's dating Brad and Farfie's dressed up as a daisy (he's their pet flower) and Schu and Nagi are in skintight jumpsuits cancan-ing to Gactk's vanilla...
...well, -I- thought it was amusing... though in retrospect I'm not quite sure you -can- cancan to Vanilla...and it wasn't so much as funny as odd.... And random...o.o
Author's notes:!! Wow...so this took forever and a day to write...I mean, like whoa...talk about writer's block...(not to mention I couldn't post this till I got the side story done and -that- was a major block) ........ ugh... this chapter is pointless, but I rather liked the almost kiss part...^_^ I was going to make them kiss, but decided that that would be more explaining than I wanted to do, so I just left it at that.....;; This will only go on for like two more chapters... ^^ I'm getting rather tired of writing it...lol, first person was just -not- something I was made to write...ah well, too late now...
Though, I was tempted to delete this entire fic two days ago...x.x. The dreaded writer's block struck me hard and I was hating this fic...u.u... Though Lady Cosmos stopped me from deleting it, threatening to write a RanxKen fic if I did... and since she's one of the few KenxOmi writers out there, I couldn't let her go to the darkside... *whispers* She's a -really- good writer... you should go read her fics...n_n the name's Lady Cosmos. *nod nod* So thank her for me not deleting this fic....or curse her... whichever! hehe
And thankies to my reviewers:
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