I thought about the night that I had taken Omi away from Weiss and locked him in my room where I believed that he would be safe. What a funny thought... Him being safe with me. How utterly amusing... Hadn't I only hurt him?
He had been dressed completely in his assassin clothes. He had spaced off in order to stare at me... He was so beautiful. Now...he was alive. I had saved him and the others with my subconscious.
I still hadn't been able to order hot chocolate. It didn't feel right to have it on my own. I had always had it with the kind people who had taken me in and thought I would stay there for the rest of time. Never had they expected that I would depart before the sun arose. Never did they think that I wouldn't accept their kindness completely.
There was only one person that I would willingly accept never-ending kindness from. It was Omi... I wanted him so badly that I would hold onto him forever, and during that time I could only pray that he would be kind. After all I had done to him... After all the things I had put him through... If he would only talk to me I would be surprised.
I heard the bell by the door ring as a beautiful boy wearing black and white entered the room. Omi... My angel had arrived.
He turned to look at me and appeared rather shocked. It was as though he had expected to be alone. Well, I had expected the same thing. It wasn't either of our faults that the other just so happened to be there.
It was, however, complete his fault when he approached me. It was his fault when he wore the clothes I had envisioned earlier. It was his fault when he saw in the booth across from me and stared at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Hello, Omi," I said politely.
"Nagi... I told you the next time I saw you I'd rape you," Omi stated.
"And I told you that you couldn't," I replied with a slight shrug.
"I just came here for hot chocolate," he told me as though I had gone and interrupted his night.
"I came here for the same thing," I replied. "But I realized it wasn't the same without kindness."
He looked at me as though he was trying to control himself from laughing. Kindness... He was laughing at the thought of kindness. Even if he had been broken, his eyes still sang out loudly. One could see his every emotion on his face.
"There is no kindness in this world," he murmured.
"But there is. It is simply love that we lack," I replied with a nod.
"You're foolish, speaking of a world that possesses kindness but lacks love. The two hold hands. You can't have kindness with out love and love can not be attained with out kindness," he said as he turned away from me.
"Then you're saying we're both wrong?" I asked him with my head titled.
"I suppose... I still want my hot chocolate..."
As if she had been ordered to avoid us until we started conversing, the waitress came up to us just as Omi had finished stating this. She handed us both hot chocolates, smiled, bowed, and walked away. I was slightly confused by this but decided not to question it.
"But in what way are we both wrong?" I asked him as I took at sip at my hot chocolate.
"I don't know...perhaps if we...ki...never mind, it's a stupid suggestion."
"If we kissed?" I offered as the end to his sentence.
He nodded shyly as his face became slightly red. I nodded as well before I leaned in and pressed our lips together. I remembered that day with that damned ramen that had never been eaten.
I realized then that for all that time I had felt like the ramen. Sticky, cold, not cared for...and simply pushed to the side when someone had had enough of me. That's what life had been like on the streets...
That's what life had been like with Schwarz... But with Schwarz I felt warmer... I had a roof over my head... No, with Schwarz it was exactly the same. I was still a passed around whore.
With Omi I felt completely different. I felt like hot chocolate. Comforting, warm, loved...desired?
I could taste the chocolate on Omi's tongue and it caused me to blush slightly. Omi had a delicious tasting mouth. I could only hope that the waitress girl wasn't homophobic. If she were there would most likely be hell to pay.
Omi moved his mouth away from mine and stared at me blushing.
"Yes, we were both terribly wrong yet terribly right," I stated matter-of-factly.
He nodded in agreement and kissed me again. When he was done he said, "I'm supposed to take whatever I find home with me..."
"Schwarz isn't your home," I told him. "Your home is with Weiss...with me..."
Before I had a chance to say anything more we were kissing again. I loved hot chocolate and I loved to feel like hot chocolate, but I loved to feel Omi the best.
Notes: Noticing something related to the title here...? Yeah, I have no originality ^^;;; Still don't and it's been a year o.O;;;
He had been dressed completely in his assassin clothes. He had spaced off in order to stare at me... He was so beautiful. Now...he was alive. I had saved him and the others with my subconscious.
I still hadn't been able to order hot chocolate. It didn't feel right to have it on my own. I had always had it with the kind people who had taken me in and thought I would stay there for the rest of time. Never had they expected that I would depart before the sun arose. Never did they think that I wouldn't accept their kindness completely.
There was only one person that I would willingly accept never-ending kindness from. It was Omi... I wanted him so badly that I would hold onto him forever, and during that time I could only pray that he would be kind. After all I had done to him... After all the things I had put him through... If he would only talk to me I would be surprised.
I heard the bell by the door ring as a beautiful boy wearing black and white entered the room. Omi... My angel had arrived.
He turned to look at me and appeared rather shocked. It was as though he had expected to be alone. Well, I had expected the same thing. It wasn't either of our faults that the other just so happened to be there.
It was, however, complete his fault when he approached me. It was his fault when he wore the clothes I had envisioned earlier. It was his fault when he saw in the booth across from me and stared at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Hello, Omi," I said politely.
"Nagi... I told you the next time I saw you I'd rape you," Omi stated.
"And I told you that you couldn't," I replied with a slight shrug.
"I just came here for hot chocolate," he told me as though I had gone and interrupted his night.
"I came here for the same thing," I replied. "But I realized it wasn't the same without kindness."
He looked at me as though he was trying to control himself from laughing. Kindness... He was laughing at the thought of kindness. Even if he had been broken, his eyes still sang out loudly. One could see his every emotion on his face.
"There is no kindness in this world," he murmured.
"But there is. It is simply love that we lack," I replied with a nod.
"You're foolish, speaking of a world that possesses kindness but lacks love. The two hold hands. You can't have kindness with out love and love can not be attained with out kindness," he said as he turned away from me.
"Then you're saying we're both wrong?" I asked him with my head titled.
"I suppose... I still want my hot chocolate..."
As if she had been ordered to avoid us until we started conversing, the waitress came up to us just as Omi had finished stating this. She handed us both hot chocolates, smiled, bowed, and walked away. I was slightly confused by this but decided not to question it.
"But in what way are we both wrong?" I asked him as I took at sip at my hot chocolate.
"I don't know...perhaps if we...ki...never mind, it's a stupid suggestion."
"If we kissed?" I offered as the end to his sentence.
He nodded shyly as his face became slightly red. I nodded as well before I leaned in and pressed our lips together. I remembered that day with that damned ramen that had never been eaten.
I realized then that for all that time I had felt like the ramen. Sticky, cold, not cared for...and simply pushed to the side when someone had had enough of me. That's what life had been like on the streets...
That's what life had been like with Schwarz... But with Schwarz I felt warmer... I had a roof over my head... No, with Schwarz it was exactly the same. I was still a passed around whore.
With Omi I felt completely different. I felt like hot chocolate. Comforting, warm, loved...desired?
I could taste the chocolate on Omi's tongue and it caused me to blush slightly. Omi had a delicious tasting mouth. I could only hope that the waitress girl wasn't homophobic. If she were there would most likely be hell to pay.
Omi moved his mouth away from mine and stared at me blushing.
"Yes, we were both terribly wrong yet terribly right," I stated matter-of-factly.
He nodded in agreement and kissed me again. When he was done he said, "I'm supposed to take whatever I find home with me..."
"Schwarz isn't your home," I told him. "Your home is with Weiss...with me..."
Before I had a chance to say anything more we were kissing again. I loved hot chocolate and I loved to feel like hot chocolate, but I loved to feel Omi the best.
Notes: Noticing something related to the title here...? Yeah, I have no originality ^^;;; Still don't and it's been a year o.O;;;