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by Yuri-chan
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Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz nor the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did .
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A/N: Weird. I saw my old notes for this fic. It seems that it was originally a Omi's birthday oneshot. Look what my weird brain made it into... Oh well... More comments later, on with the show...
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"She likes you!" Ken said excitedly, thumping Omi a bit too hard on the back. "I saw her looking...NO... she's staring at you!"
Omi shook his head vehemently, trying to block the image of the girl that HAD been staring at him at the disco. She wasn't THAT bad really. She was okay... not counting of course her outrageous hairdo, wierd clothes (that looked like it was put together by somebody VERY color blind) and extremely high pitched voice that remided him of nails scraping on a blackboard. Not a very pleasant sound. Omi let out a sigh and glanced at Ken who was grinning like mad.
Everything had been wonderful. It was just as Ken had said. They had dinner then spent the rest of the time on the dance floor. At first, Omi felt awkward, but then he stopped thinking and started enjoying himself. Thinking too much around Ken only left him confused. It was then that the "girl" and her friends approached them. Omi danced a couple of numbers with her hoping to get rid of her when she got what she wanted. But the bad dream became a nightmare when she decided to spend the whole night with him and Ken. And it got even worse when the weird girl's friends started fawnong all over Ken.
"So what? Do you like her too?" Ken asked, still grinning widely at him.
"Ken-kun..."
"Come on! You must like her! She was clinging to you like a leech! Come on, I promise I won't tell the other kittens! Wait till Youji hears about this!"
"Ken!"
"Okay, okay... I wasn't GOING to tell Youji. I was just saying that if he knew, he'd..."
"I don't like her Kenkun." Omi said as calmly as possible.
"You don't? But then... oh, do you like the other girls? You know, her friends?" Ken asked looking adorably confused. "Well, the shy one with the long brown-black hair was pretty."
"You LIKE her Kenkun?!?" Omi asked staring at Ken.
"Well, she wasn't bad. Don't worry you can have her if you want."
"But do you like her?"
"Hmm...she's okay. But I really won't mind if you go after her. It's not like I'm in-love with her or anything."
"I won't be going after her Kenkun."
"But why?"
Omi sighed. Ken looked like a lost puppy with him looking all confused. Real adorable...
"The girls were all okay. I just don't like anyone in particular. Not romantically that is. I.. there's already someone else I like..."
"Really?" Ken asked perking up at Omi's words. Omi liked someone... maybe that's why he was acting real weird lately. It seems that Youji was right after all... "So, who do you like?"
I like you Ken.
But of course he couldn't say that. Why did he even mention liking someone? As if things weren't already complicated as it is...
"Omi? Look it's okay. you don't have to tell me. But if you're in the mood to talk... well, you know where to find me. We're friends."
I know Ken. I know we're friends. I know that too well... We're just friends.
"Thanks Kenkun. We better hurry on home."
"Okay."
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Omi lay wide awake in the dark room, replaying the events of the day in his mind. He didn't know what to feel. But whatever it is, it was slowly driving him crazy.
Ken had been real sweet. He was so attentive and looked at him with deep concern in his eyes.
/We're friends./
But I want so much more than that Kenkun. So much more...
Omi closed his eyes thinking of the ex-soccer player. Everything about Ken was wonderful. His hands... the way they moved over his skin, the way they made him feel like he was in heaven. His smile... the way they made his world light up even though he felt like sinking into hell. That tall lean frame that felt good against his whenever they got close... when on a mission or like tonight when they danced... Omi liked feeling Ken's body close to his. That momentary closeness that just wasn't enough and only left him yearning for more.
I need more. I want more.
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A/N: Still no yaoi lemony goodness. Gomen! I can't seem to make it fit in the story. But I promise there will be lemon parts. That's what makes yaoi so nice... . I NEED INSPIRATION!!! This fic is taking too long!!! Not to mention that the chapters are getting shorter. Anyway thanks for the comments minna. It makes writing so much easier. ^_^
by Yuri-chan
~*~*~
Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz nor the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did .
~*~*~
A/N: Weird. I saw my old notes for this fic. It seems that it was originally a Omi's birthday oneshot. Look what my weird brain made it into... Oh well... More comments later, on with the show...
~*~*~
"She likes you!" Ken said excitedly, thumping Omi a bit too hard on the back. "I saw her looking...NO... she's staring at you!"
Omi shook his head vehemently, trying to block the image of the girl that HAD been staring at him at the disco. She wasn't THAT bad really. She was okay... not counting of course her outrageous hairdo, wierd clothes (that looked like it was put together by somebody VERY color blind) and extremely high pitched voice that remided him of nails scraping on a blackboard. Not a very pleasant sound. Omi let out a sigh and glanced at Ken who was grinning like mad.
Everything had been wonderful. It was just as Ken had said. They had dinner then spent the rest of the time on the dance floor. At first, Omi felt awkward, but then he stopped thinking and started enjoying himself. Thinking too much around Ken only left him confused. It was then that the "girl" and her friends approached them. Omi danced a couple of numbers with her hoping to get rid of her when she got what she wanted. But the bad dream became a nightmare when she decided to spend the whole night with him and Ken. And it got even worse when the weird girl's friends started fawnong all over Ken.
"So what? Do you like her too?" Ken asked, still grinning widely at him.
"Ken-kun..."
"Come on! You must like her! She was clinging to you like a leech! Come on, I promise I won't tell the other kittens! Wait till Youji hears about this!"
"Ken!"
"Okay, okay... I wasn't GOING to tell Youji. I was just saying that if he knew, he'd..."
"I don't like her Kenkun." Omi said as calmly as possible.
"You don't? But then... oh, do you like the other girls? You know, her friends?" Ken asked looking adorably confused. "Well, the shy one with the long brown-black hair was pretty."
"You LIKE her Kenkun?!?" Omi asked staring at Ken.
"Well, she wasn't bad. Don't worry you can have her if you want."
"But do you like her?"
"Hmm...she's okay. But I really won't mind if you go after her. It's not like I'm in-love with her or anything."
"I won't be going after her Kenkun."
"But why?"
Omi sighed. Ken looked like a lost puppy with him looking all confused. Real adorable...
"The girls were all okay. I just don't like anyone in particular. Not romantically that is. I.. there's already someone else I like..."
"Really?" Ken asked perking up at Omi's words. Omi liked someone... maybe that's why he was acting real weird lately. It seems that Youji was right after all... "So, who do you like?"
I like you Ken.
But of course he couldn't say that. Why did he even mention liking someone? As if things weren't already complicated as it is...
"Omi? Look it's okay. you don't have to tell me. But if you're in the mood to talk... well, you know where to find me. We're friends."
I know Ken. I know we're friends. I know that too well... We're just friends.
"Thanks Kenkun. We better hurry on home."
"Okay."
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Omi lay wide awake in the dark room, replaying the events of the day in his mind. He didn't know what to feel. But whatever it is, it was slowly driving him crazy.
Ken had been real sweet. He was so attentive and looked at him with deep concern in his eyes.
/We're friends./
But I want so much more than that Kenkun. So much more...
Omi closed his eyes thinking of the ex-soccer player. Everything about Ken was wonderful. His hands... the way they moved over his skin, the way they made him feel like he was in heaven. His smile... the way they made his world light up even though he felt like sinking into hell. That tall lean frame that felt good against his whenever they got close... when on a mission or like tonight when they danced... Omi liked feeling Ken's body close to his. That momentary closeness that just wasn't enough and only left him yearning for more.
I need more. I want more.
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A/N: Still no yaoi lemony goodness. Gomen! I can't seem to make it fit in the story. But I promise there will be lemon parts. That's what makes yaoi so nice... . I NEED INSPIRATION!!! This fic is taking too long!!! Not to mention that the chapters are getting shorter. Anyway thanks for the comments minna. It makes writing so much easier. ^_^