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Scene: Kiss the Night
(Youji)
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Warnings: light rating of PG-14, light/implied shounen ai (YoujixOmi), small amount of humor, marginal cursing, sap!, probably OOC considering this is my 2nd WK fic, and my first wasn't... shall we say, a success ^^. I apologize for any errors...

Notes: this should be the first installment of a-- series? maybe just outtakes, related but readable alone.
There'll be eventual KenxAya, more OmixYouji, etc., until the scene plays out, and everyone's happy. ^^
(Youji's POV; italics = thoughts...)

Revised: 10/31/02
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The damn thing wouldn't light.

It's not even a week old.

Not that I needed a light. Just having a cigarette between my lips was sufficient....

I need a cigarette.

I shook the cigarette lighter furiously, not yet desperate...

Damn thing *still* wouldn't light.

I sighed loudly and muttered some curse not even I could understand; just a few acrid sounding words in a rightfully disgusted tone.

Aya's fault. No wait, it's Ken's. Maybe even Omi's--

I didn't want to think about that. Too damn annoying. But...

"I was not attacking Omi. It was just a kiss."

And that's all it *had* been. A little bit of spit-swapping, but that was it. The kid needed it!

Aya hadn't thought so. Aya had been quite opposed to my actions, in fact. Especially when Ken tripped over him. It hadn't helped that Aya was holding a scalding mug of tea, and one of his favorite books...

Ken's fault, I decided absently. And ultimately, it was. Ken was the rubber-necker that crashed into Aya, who, scalded, had thundered into the kitchen where Omi was perched on the countertop.

And then there was me; I was between Omi's legs, kissing him.

It'd been a nice kiss. The kid had a great set of lips; strong and soft, if not a bit thin. And if I was ever allowed back into the Koneko, I was *definitely* going to ask him where he'd learned to use his tongue like that.

A very nice kiss...

The plastic cigarette lighter, barely a week old, made a satisfying crack/crunch against the wall across the street. I nodded, quite pleased with the distance on that throw, and I shuffled down the sidewalk.

Convenience stores had lighters, didn't they? They're 'convenience' stores. Nothing could be more convenient for me than a cigarette lighter.

He really did need it-- Omi needed a kiss. If I hadn't given it to him, then it would have been someone else, and I didn't like the thought of that.

He *needed* it, I insisted. And I wanted it, so it worked out pretty well.

Until *Ken* came home. Yes, this was all Ken's fault. Even if Aya had been the one to kick me out (fortunately his boot hit the door instead of my ass)... Alright; it was Ken and Aya's fault, collectively.

Can't really blame Omi, though, I mused. He gets marks for being irresistible, but not necessarily bad marks... I grinned, and shifted the cigarette in my mouth so it didn't interfere with my evil smirk.

At least it got that look off his face. The kid thinks too much. I nodded.

"Too much thinking, not enough *action*."

Flickering neon lights signaled my destination's arrival. This late, there was one bored looking clerk and-- I grinned broadly-- an entire display of cheap plastic cigarette lighters.

I entered still grinning, and descended upon the display. Red, blue, yellow, green, and white, too. Ah, the choices... I chose a blue one, then, just in case, picked up a white one. Weiss, of course.

I was no stranger to irony.

This whole night was ironic. Stupid, actually, but pretty ironic too. I'd wanted to get out. Not drunk, just out. Ken, and Aya, and Omi, took care of that. I'm out on my ass for the duration...

The clerk put my purchases into a bag (the point of this... was lost on me), and I was turned out into the night. It embraced me, because nighttime is romantic light that. It likes to hug.

It liked to kiss, too.

Especially assassins.

I flicked my thumb over the gears of the lighter. It lit. I inhaled, and started walking again. The neon sign behind me flickered and killed my shadow for a moment. I paused, and pulled the cigarette from my lips.

In a mockery of my earlier lip-lock with Omi, I kissed the night.