by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day 19: Coming Clean (the truth, the whole truth…)
Well, I'm supposed to be writing about the most embarrassing moment in my life or something like that. Like I would EVER commit something that potentially damaging to paper. I'll do it… when I make my version to hand in. Although, she hasn't mentioned it at all so maybe we will be spared that indignity. Since I'm not doing what I should be doing… I guess I should write about what happened last night with Omi.
My family found out about out little relationship a little while ago… but Omi still hadn't told the guys he lives with. I'm not sure if like me he was afraid of what their reaction would be or whether he just wanted to keep us private, I don't know. But he asked me to meet him yesterday after school in our usual place. He was fidgeting when I got there, which for Omi meant he was playing with one of his darts. Flipping it up in the air and catching it again, over and over. I could only hope it wasn't one of his loaded ones. I froze it in mid-air as I came up behind him. He stiffened and suddenly turned around. I got the impression that he's just been, meditating, for lack of a better term, and the flipping dart was part of that.
He smiled; I love his smile, and patted the bench beside him. I plucked the dart out of the air and handed it back to him, where it promptly vanished. I have no idea where he keeps half the stuff he carries, I never see them. Even with the dart out of his hands, I could tell he was nervous. He kept fiddling with the sleeve of his coat. Suddenly I got this chill. What if he'd decided he didn't want to continue seeing me? Did he call me here to break up? That's the only thing I could think of that could get him that nervous. I could feel the edges of a panic attack coming on.
He looked up then, from studying his hands and frowned. He must have caught a hint of what I was thinking. He's gotten very good at reading my face, expressionless as it can be at times. He reached over and took my hand, warming it between his own. I'm always so cold, he's always warm. 'Nagi… what's wrong?' He asked.
I just shook my head and asked him why he wanted to see me. He looked down, but didn't let go of my hand. 'I have something I want to do today, and it involves you.' I jerked my hand out of his; I was sure this was it. If it was, if it was… I knew I was retreating behind my walls again, but I'd need them to get home, THEN I could fall apart. 'Nagi?' He seemed puzzled. I told him that if he wanted to break up then just do it and get it over with. His eyes got huge and he said in this shocked voice, 'You think I want to break up with you?' I told him wasn't that why he'd called me out here?
Omi just threw his arms around me. 'Oh God, NO. I love you.' Then he kissed me. Right there in public, where anyone could see us, he hugged me and kissed me. Suddenly I felt so foolish. But I've been hurt so many times before by people who were supposed to love me, it's hard to believe someone isn't going to do that. I relaxed, finally, and buried my face in his shoulder. He just kept rubbing my back and murmuring to me softly. Suddenly, something he said caught my attention.
'You want to do what?' I asked. He said he wanted to tell the guys about us. And he wanted ME to come with him. 'Are you sure that is safe?' I wondered. I mean. It's a toss up who's the colder bastard at times, Brad Crawford or Ran Fujimiya. And Youji and Ken aren't exactly known for their even tempers at times either. At least, that's been my experience with them. Experience that usually took place on the battlefield (figuratively). That's doesn't promote a warm and fuzzy feeling between rivals. And the fact that I'm dating their youngest team member. I know how protective MY teammates can be… I can only assume Weiss would be similar, if not more so. They are the 'good guys' after all.
Omi just smiled and said it'll be all right, but he wanted me to be there. I asked him when. He smiled, a bit sheepishly, and asked if I could come over to the flower shop now. NOW?!!!! As in, this minute? No time to prepare? No time to let Schu know where I was going? No time to write my will? He just smiled again and then pulled me up with him as he stood.
Now, if I had truly not wanted to go, no force on Earth could have moved me. I'd have just dug in with my powers and NOTHING could have stirred me. But… Omi looked at me with those big, blue eyes of his… and I allowed myself to be dragged from the park. I put up a token resistance, couldn't let it be too easy for him after all, but I didn't really fight it. We hopped on the bus… gotta love the transit system here, and headed over to the Koneko no Sume Ie… I swear that was the longest and the shortest ride of my life. Long, cause all I could think about was how Ran was going to run me through, short, cause I didn't have a chance to think of a way out of this. Before I knew it, we were walking down the alley behind the shop and entering the back door that leads up to the apartment above.
Omi said the others would be closing the shop soon, he'd told them he had something to tell them, so they should all be coming. I asked if it wouldn't be better for me to just kill myself NOW and save them the trouble, and he laughed. The little asshole laughed! I'm facing a grisly death and he's laughing. So, in true teenager form, I sat down on the couch and sulked. Works every time. Within a minute he's on the couch with me, begging me to not be mad at him, he's sorry; he didn't mean to laugh and make me feel bad. Oh God his eyes are filling… I can't possibly hold out against Omiitchi's Eyes of Cuteness, TM. Of course I melt and tell him I'm not really mad at him, I'm scared of what his housemates are going to do to me. His eyes get a little harder, Bombay peeking out at me, and he said they better NOT do anything. It's a good thing to remember that 'Bombay' is in there. That the genki kid we know as Omi is only part of the whole. There is also a killer in there, one that's been doing this for longer than anyone else, except maybe Brad, and that's only because Brad's older.
Just then, the door opened and we could hear the other members of Weiss entering the apartment. I couldn't help it; I could feel the nervousness returning. I know it didn't show on my face, I've spent years cultivating that non-expression, but Omi could tell. Probably because I'd gone back to the cool, collected, façade I fall back on whenever I'm stressed. He smiled reassuredly and stood. I stayed right where I was. I knew I didn't look like a threat anyways, but they had seen me in action. If I stayed seated, it was more likely they would see me as a kid first and an assassin second. I hoped.
Youji was the first one to come into the living room. He kinda paused in the doorway, and looked at me. Then he smirked, in that lazy way of his that reminded me of Schu and came in to lounge in a chair. 'Hi bishounen.' He said and smiled, posing. That's one thing I've notice about Youji. He is always aware of how he looks. He never just sits, or stands, or walks. He poses or saunters, always conscious about his appearance. He is definitely the most 'cat-like' of the four.
Ken was next. He isn't as guarded as the others; he tends to wear his emotions out where everyone can see them. He was shocked to see me, plain as day. But you could tell how much he trusted his team. He didn't say anything; just looked at Omi and Youji to make sure they were ok, took in Omi's position (hovering over me) and then nodded. You could tell he was burning with curiosity, but he was patient enough to wait. Omi trusted me; therefore there wasn't anything wrong. He found his way to another chair and just flopped into it, not caring how he looked.
Finally, the one I was dreading, Ran. He walked in and froze. His eyes hardened into amethyst and you could feel the temperature of the room drop about 20 degrees. He glared at me and then at Omi. 'Explain.' He said.
'Ran… it's okay. I asked Nagi to come with me.' Then he sat down next to me and just picked up my hand, letting that simple gesture explain everything.
Youji smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. Ken's eyes resembled saucers. Ran stiffened more, if possible and repeated himself. 'Explain.' Youji rolled his eyes. 'Ran… you've got eyes don't you… they're dating you moron.' Ran got all huffy, like a cat that's been rubbed the wrong way and stamped out. Youji shook his head while Ken sighed. Omi started to speak. 'I didn't mean…' 'Don't worry about it.' Youji interrupted. 'He'll come around. You know Ran. He doesn't deal well with change. And thinking of Nagi as your boyfriend and not our enemy is a big change.' Then Youji looked right at me. 'Nagi, just try to stay out of his way for a while. Don't be alone with him and you should be alright.' I nodded, course I wasn't going to be alone with Ran. Was he joking? I make it a policy to NEVER be alone with someone who wants to run me through, and that applies to Farf as well.
Ken sighed again. 'Are you happy, Omi?' He asked. Omi said yes, happier than he'd ever been. Ken smiled and stood. 'Then that's good enough for me. I'll talk to Ran.' He disappeared after their recalcitrant leader. Youji smirked as he too stood. 'I've got to get ready for a date. You two behave.' He winked at me and left. And that was it. I was officially Omi's boyfriend. And I wasn't even dead.
We celebrated with dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and then spent the rest of the evening at the café. Miki wasn't working, but she was there to just hang out, so was Kazuya. Omi got suckered into another round of chess games with the redhead and so I spent the evening cheering him on and chatting with Miki. Miki's friend Yachii arrived later and joined our little group. We had a lot of fun. You know, not being grounded is a very good thing. So is not being dead. And I was neither grounded nor dead, so it was a good night. And it's a bit of a relief that now I can call Omi and not have to pretend to be someone else. We can go over to his place once in a while, even if we still can't go to mine. But I'll work on Brad some more. Maybe I can convince him that Omi is safe to bring home. I hope so. Omi's got to try Farf's cooking. –Nagi
Author's Note: I know the Weiss boys technically have separate apartments above the Koneko… but I like the idea of them sharing space. Makes for more possible interactions and all that. Also another cameo today by Miki and joined by our friend Yachii, who someday will get caught up with this story and see herself in it. ^__~ -Yanagi