Warnings: corniness, now that I read it over again, AU, weird stuff to come

Pairings-K+O, Y+A

I don't own Weiss Kreuz

Believing the Dream

Chapter Seven-Never Give Up

Something furry rubbed against my hand.  Irritated, I opened my eyes groggily and stared down at the intruder.  Two bright green eyes greeted me.  The thing purred loudly.  A sleek black body slithered in between me and...Omi?

My eyes flew open.  Waaaait a sec...whaaaa???

Mamoru had curled up again and mewed contentedly.  Omi smiled serenely in his sleep, my arms securely wrapped around his middle.  Oh yeah.  We fell asleep outside after we... I stared down at him again, the blonde locks falling loosely over his forehead, the bright blue eyes closed, veiled by a frame of dark lashes.  Kissing him had been a moment of pure bliss.

And to think I get to spend an entire day at the flower shop with him.  I smiled sleepily, closing my eyes again, unconsciously petting Omi's hair, or was it Mamoru's fur? I didn't really care as long as I could lay like this forever.  A random butterfly fluttered past my face, scattering bits of pollen around me.  I sneezed.

Omi opened his eyes and looked up at me.  He smiled.  Darn, this kid could just melt your heart with that smile.  "Good morning," he muttered, gathering Mamoru in his arms and snuggling back into the sleeping bag.  Ah shoot, it was back to that cat again.  I guess Mamoru still held that firm spot in Omi's point of interest.  Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying to be better than a cat.

I glanced at my watch.  Ten thirty...the shop would be open by now even though Yohji probably wasn't awake.  Aya's probably dragging him around this very minute.  Ah, what's the hurry, a few more minutes of bliss is good for a person.  After all, I can't recall the last time I'd been so happy.  I looked at Omi again.

The bright sunlight bathed him in a glow.  For a second, he seemed almost transparent, delicate, like he was so fragile, he wasn't there.  I blinked.  The light was playing tricks on me.  I reached out a hand to brush his bangs away.  Yup, he seemed solid enough.  I really have to stop listening to Yohji's ghost theories. 

Mamoru on the other hand, he could be some evil spirit trying to deprive me of sleep.  Black cats are bad luck, ne?

As if reading my thoughts, Mamoru wriggled out of Omi's embrace and meowed loudly right in my ear.

"Evil...cat..." I murmured, swatting at my ear.  My hand came in contact with a set of deceivingly sharp chompers.

Mamoru bit me. 

Not hard enough to do real damage but still, he BIT me.  The nerve.  I cringed, my hand immediately going to my mouth.

"Evil evil evil evil."

"Ken, is something wrong," Omi was staring at me with those beautifully bright eyes.  It made me forget all about my cat complex.  As I always say, let bygones be bygones.  I glared at Mamoru but smiled at the little angel perched in my arms.

"Of course not," I smiled and squinted around in the bright sunlight.  The valley had recomposed its silent grandeur.  Tall stalks of grass swayed in the morning wind.  Drops of dew adorned every leaf and stem, transposing the wide expanse into a sea of green diamond dust.  Omi eased out of my arms and stood up, stretching languidly before gathering Mamoru up again and towards the house.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked.

"No, it's really okay.  We can get something when we go to town."  The truth was, my stomach was wailing but it's always good to be polite.

"If you say so..." Omi knelt down in the grass and rolled up a sleeping bag.  The silence stretched between us.  It just seemed like one of those awkward moments where no one knows what to say.

"Omi..."

"Ken..."

We said it at the exact same time. Then, we both started laughing.  It just seemed like the only thing left to do.

~*~

We walked into the flower shop.  The little bell tinkled behind us.  Omi gasped, looking around.  "Ken, it's..."

"Be right with you!" a voice called from the backroom. Sounded like Yohji.

"It's okay, Yohji, it's just me!" I called back.  Yohji came out anyway.

"Who's your friend?"

Omi stepped out and smiled grandly.  "Hello.  My name's Omi.  This is Mamoru," he held out the black furball.  "I'm just visiting with Ken."

Yohji whistled and nudged me, muttering, "So this is who you've been seeing.  Quite a nice catch if I say so myself."

"What??!"  I blushed remarkably.

Omi looked at us inquiringly.  "Uh..."  Mamoru calmly licked his paws.

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Yohji Kudou," Yohji gracefully plucked a random blossom from a nearby display and held it out.  "For you, little kitten.  You seem familiar...have we met before?"

"Umm...no but thank you," Omi took it, bewildered to say the least.  The bell in the front rang again.

"Hmm, seems we have customers," Yohji said, "Well, see you around."  As he passed me, I gave him a kick in the leg.  He winced but gave me a knowing smirk.  That jerk.

Aya walked right past me a second later, eyeing me dangerously.  "Ah...good morning," I managed to squeak.  Omi rushed in front of me.

"Hi! My name is Omi! You must be Aya. Ken's told me a lot about you."

Aya quirked an eyebrow.  I could've sworn he had the beginnings of a smile.  Omi does those things to you.

"Nice to meet you." He walked away.

"You have such nice friends..." he sighed wistfully, looking around the shop, "and the shop...oh Ken, this is such a nice place!"

I coughed.  "Nice...friends?"

Omi faltered.  "They ARE nice.  Yohji's just...ah...yeah and Aya's actually a very gentle person...deep down inside his heart."

I led Omi out of the shop and around the back to a little garden with a fountain and benches.  I supposed this was where Aya and Yohji disappeared to so much during breaks.  It was a very pretty place afterall. 

We both sat down.  Omi leaned against my shoulder.  I pulled him into a gentle hug.

"Ken, when I first met you...I don't know, you seemed confined, like you've been through something that was very terrible.  I don't mean to pry or anything but if there's anything I can do..."

I tensed a little bit.  The whole J-league incident always had that same affect on me.  My whole world had been shattered to pieces.  Only when I had met Omi had I been a little happier.

"Ken?"

I couldn't help myself.  My entire story poured out.  No one had heard the whole thing before.  Even I had chosen to ignore the entire truth...the truth about how it was my best friend who betrayed me.  I couldn't do anything about it...he wasn't the only one who hated me and I was only one person.  I told Omi all of it, even the parts I thought I had forgotten about.

I was in tears by the time I finished and clutched Omi tight to my chest.  He never said a word through my entire tirade but listened quietly.

"Omi...I came here thinking I could start over.  I don't know anymore."

"Ken...I didn't know...but..."

He looked at me.  Our eyes locked.  The endless blue I looked into reminded me of the brighter things in life, things I had ignored too long.  It gave me hope and I knew what he would say next.

"Don't ever give up on your dreams, Ken, never."

And I didn't.  I still didn't have the slightest clue how to pursue my dreams again but I would try...because Omi inspired so much in me.

"I won't."

He leaned into my embrace.

We stayed like that the rest of the morning.

TBC...

Agh, finally got another chapter up.  I'm am SO sorry it took so long! I am so incredibly busy lately.  I'm sorry, these chapters are getting cornier and cornier.  _  I really want to finish this, got another story in mind.  Hope that one turns out a lot better. PLEASE REVIEW!!! Maybe then my muse will return.