I picked up the flowerpot that had almost shattered on the ground using my powers. Yoji sure was reckless when he decided to come on to Ken. Aya refused to show that he liked either of them in public.
They had all freaked out the night I brought Omi home with me after hot chocolate, well, more so Yoji and Ken. Aya stayed apathetic in a manner I had often done so in the past. Of course, they probably freaked out more considering what Omi and I had walked in on.
They really shouldn't have been doing that in the hallway in front of my room...
The way they had looked at him... They stared at him as though he were a stranger. He was though, to them... I knew he had spent time in my thoughts, so I still knew him and he still knew me.
He had told me he had given me the dream where I killed him. I thanked him because I had always wanted to know what it's like to look in a dying person's face. All he had done was nod at me.
"I know what it looks like very well..." he had replied before he started to stare off into space.
Omi didn't do that anymore. He was sure of who he was now. Tsukiyono Omi...a priceless treasure indeed. He was mine once again, and I would be sure to protect him from all harm.
After awhile the guys seemed used to his presence again. I shared a room with Omi so that we wouldn't have any issues. I guess it was stranger at first than it was once we had become accustomed to each other again.
It was nice to have him in my bed those first few days. Even if he wasn't used to it...I had missed it. I had missed him being beside me with all my heart, and when I had had the feeling returned to me...I had felt wonderful.
Now Omi and I are over all those weird uncomfortable moments. Now we make breakfast in the morning for the other guys. Now we don't kill anymore. Now...we're together.
That's all it had taken. All we had to do was stop... We had passed heartache, death, memory loss...and our "families". We had changed places and took the position that the other had taken. We had lost everything only to have it all returned to us...
And all we had to do was stop...
Stop killing...
It didn't matter now, though. Now we worked together in the shop and cared for the guys in order to stay with them. No matter how hard they tried, nothing they cooked was edible. Now Omi would take care of their wounds by removing his leather gloves and touching them. No matter how hard they tried...they would never be able to remove their wounds in seconds.
Sure, Schuldig had requested we return, but he knew there was nothing he could do to us. He couldn't fuck with our heads; he couldn't shot us. We were invincible against Schwarz...
"Will you be careful?" I snapped at Yoji as he made Ken back into a table covered in VERY breakable flowerpots.
Ken looked extremely embarrassed and Yoji looked completely annoyed. Great, I had interrupted the slut from putting on a performance... I'm sure Aya wouldn't mind watching but I wasn't into that sort of thing...
Omi must have sensed that I was somewhat distressed and worried that soon the whole shop would fall and break because of Yoji's hormones. I don't know how else he would have known. That's what I get for liking a healer...
"Mayfly?" he asked, poking his head out of the storage room.
"Yeah?" I replied with a yawn.
"When was it I died...?" he asked.
Omi was very talented at stopping the guys in their tracks. Sure, they had become used to his presence but that didn't mean that they weren't afraid he might become an anti-social homicidal maniac on the drop of a dime. I don't know why they were afraid of it but...
I looked at my watch briefly, then back up at him and said, "Two years ago."
"Then today is a good day..." he said with a nod. "It was a year ago that I started to remember a year worth of events."
That night we got hot chocolate at the place we had gone before. The female waitress that had worked there before was extremely happy to welcome us. It was only then that I noticed she had a collection of yaoi manga on the counter... Well, at least she hadn't been homophobic and frightened before.
Then... Then we...lived. Not happily ever after because we did have the occasional argument, and Omi would fall the ground crying if he got too close to anyone unstable. And the things that happened to his body... Yes, we lived.
And we went back to that cafe with the female waitress twice a year. Once on the anniversary of the day he died, and once on the anniversary of the day I took him home with me...
I liked hot chocolate, only when I was with someone kind, though. Omi was kind, and I was happy. Hot chocolate...
Notes: and this is the sad ending...
They had all freaked out the night I brought Omi home with me after hot chocolate, well, more so Yoji and Ken. Aya stayed apathetic in a manner I had often done so in the past. Of course, they probably freaked out more considering what Omi and I had walked in on.
They really shouldn't have been doing that in the hallway in front of my room...
The way they had looked at him... They stared at him as though he were a stranger. He was though, to them... I knew he had spent time in my thoughts, so I still knew him and he still knew me.
He had told me he had given me the dream where I killed him. I thanked him because I had always wanted to know what it's like to look in a dying person's face. All he had done was nod at me.
"I know what it looks like very well..." he had replied before he started to stare off into space.
Omi didn't do that anymore. He was sure of who he was now. Tsukiyono Omi...a priceless treasure indeed. He was mine once again, and I would be sure to protect him from all harm.
After awhile the guys seemed used to his presence again. I shared a room with Omi so that we wouldn't have any issues. I guess it was stranger at first than it was once we had become accustomed to each other again.
It was nice to have him in my bed those first few days. Even if he wasn't used to it...I had missed it. I had missed him being beside me with all my heart, and when I had had the feeling returned to me...I had felt wonderful.
Now Omi and I are over all those weird uncomfortable moments. Now we make breakfast in the morning for the other guys. Now we don't kill anymore. Now...we're together.
That's all it had taken. All we had to do was stop... We had passed heartache, death, memory loss...and our "families". We had changed places and took the position that the other had taken. We had lost everything only to have it all returned to us...
And all we had to do was stop...
Stop killing...
It didn't matter now, though. Now we worked together in the shop and cared for the guys in order to stay with them. No matter how hard they tried, nothing they cooked was edible. Now Omi would take care of their wounds by removing his leather gloves and touching them. No matter how hard they tried...they would never be able to remove their wounds in seconds.
Sure, Schuldig had requested we return, but he knew there was nothing he could do to us. He couldn't fuck with our heads; he couldn't shot us. We were invincible against Schwarz...
"Will you be careful?" I snapped at Yoji as he made Ken back into a table covered in VERY breakable flowerpots.
Ken looked extremely embarrassed and Yoji looked completely annoyed. Great, I had interrupted the slut from putting on a performance... I'm sure Aya wouldn't mind watching but I wasn't into that sort of thing...
Omi must have sensed that I was somewhat distressed and worried that soon the whole shop would fall and break because of Yoji's hormones. I don't know how else he would have known. That's what I get for liking a healer...
"Mayfly?" he asked, poking his head out of the storage room.
"Yeah?" I replied with a yawn.
"When was it I died...?" he asked.
Omi was very talented at stopping the guys in their tracks. Sure, they had become used to his presence but that didn't mean that they weren't afraid he might become an anti-social homicidal maniac on the drop of a dime. I don't know why they were afraid of it but...
I looked at my watch briefly, then back up at him and said, "Two years ago."
"Then today is a good day..." he said with a nod. "It was a year ago that I started to remember a year worth of events."
That night we got hot chocolate at the place we had gone before. The female waitress that had worked there before was extremely happy to welcome us. It was only then that I noticed she had a collection of yaoi manga on the counter... Well, at least she hadn't been homophobic and frightened before.
Then... Then we...lived. Not happily ever after because we did have the occasional argument, and Omi would fall the ground crying if he got too close to anyone unstable. And the things that happened to his body... Yes, we lived.
And we went back to that cafe with the female waitress twice a year. Once on the anniversary of the day he died, and once on the anniversary of the day I took him home with me...
I liked hot chocolate, only when I was with someone kind, though. Omi was kind, and I was happy. Hot chocolate...
Notes: and this is the sad ending...