"Omi, we-" Ken froze as he stepped out of the backroom. "Umm…excuseme!" Ken blushed and charged up the stairs to the apartment.
"Ken?" Omi asked in a daze. Slowly, Omi turned his gaze from the stairs back to the boy standing before him. "Uh-"
"Gomen, Omi-kun, I shouldn't have done that," Nagi blurted as he turned to leave.
"Nagi! Wait, uh…." At a loss for words and not wanting the telekinetic to leave, Omi did the first thing that popped into his head. Grabbing the younger boy's arm and pulling him into a tight embrace, Omi crushed his lips bruisingly with his own.
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Ken skidded to a halt in the kitchen and gaped, blushing even more furiously. 'What's going on today?!' Ken thought in exasperation, heading up to his room. At least he wasn't going to walk in on anything there! Ken sat down numbly on his bed. First he walks into the flower shop to find Omi and a brown haired boy kissing, then he stumbles into the kitchen where…. Ken shook his head. He didn't know what had been going on there, didn't think he wanted to know where Yohji was concerned.
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Yohji moved his free hand a little lower, eliciting a gasp from Aya. Taking full advantage of the opening, Yohji stuffed food into the stubborn man's mouth before he had the chance to clamp it shut again. Aya glared at Yohji as he reluctantly chewed the food, trying his best to ignore where Yohji's wandering hand was heading.
Despite everything, Yohji was enjoying this. Hell, he wasn't likely to get the redhead under him any other time! Yohji inched his hand downward as he held another mouthful of food ready. 'Damn, but he looks good down there!' Yohji thought. Yohji stopped suddenly and listened. 'What the hell?' he thought. Ignoring the 'herd' that seemed to be coming up the stairs; Yohji turned his attention back to his captive. Growling in frustration, Yohji whipped his head around to glare at…nothing?
Aya took advantage of Yohji's distraction and shoved out from under the playboy. Yohji sat on the kitchen floor, too stunned to move at the moment. 'Damn he's fast' he thought again. "Well, better go see what the commotion was about." Sighing, Yohji pulled himself up and set the plate on the counter before heading down into the shop. "Omi?" Yohji questioned as he looked worriedly at the boy.
Omi jumped at the sound of Yohji's voice. "H-hai?" Omi asked, flustered.
"Are you alright Omi?" Yohji asked, getting concerned.
"W-why would you ask that, Yohji-kun?"
"Well, for one, you were just standing there staring at the door with your mouth hanging open." Yohji cocked an eyebrow as Omi just stood there, his mouth opening and closing. "You practicing to be a fish Omittchi?" he asked, grinning.
"A…anou…." Omi blushed and turned his back to Yohji, pretending to find something interesting on the counter.
Confused, and more than a little intrigued, Yohji headed upstairs to find Ken. As he passed by Aya's room he was not surprised to find the door closed and locked. The blond playboy just shrugged; there was plenty of time to deal with that. Right now, he was much more interested in finding out what had happened in the shop. Finally reaching Ken's door Yohji knocked, rather more loudly than he'd intended. "Ken?" he called when he didn't get a response. Still nothing. Yohji frowned. "Ken!" he called more loudly. Silence greeted him yet again. Frowning more, Yohji tried the knob. Locked. Yohji contemplated pounding on the door, but decided instead to go back downstairs. There was time for that later as well.
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Ken sat on the edge of his bed as Yohji called him. He most certainly didn't want to see the playboy right now. 'But you need to get back down to the shop.' Ken mentally glared at the voice in his mind. He didn't want to go back down there either. The voice was right though; he couldn't leave Omi alone in the shop. 'He's not really alone though.' The voice reminded him. Couldn't it just make up its mind?
"He's probably gone now anyway," Ken said to himself. Sighing, the brunette padded over to his door, hopping that Yohji had left.
"Oh, Ken, you're back!" Omi greeted as he spotted Ken from over the arrangement he had been working on.
"Hey Omi," he answered, blushing a little. "Need any help?" Omi nodded eagerly as he handed Ken a list of orders that needed to be delivered. "Right," Ken said, happy to have a chance to get away. 'This will probably take me the rest of my shift' he thought as he looked over the list.
"Just wait one second and you can take this one with you," Omi said, his voice muffled.
"Sure ting," Ken replied happily.
"Here you go," Omi said a moment later, handing the flowers over to Ken.
"Thanks," Ken called over his shoulder as he headed out. Omi couldn't help but smile as he watched Ken bounce happily out of the shop. Though he had to wonder a little as to why he was so eager.
'Probably too uncomfortable to stay after that little display earlier,' a voice in his head scoffed. 'Shut up!' he mentally cried in irritation, blushing as he remembered what had happened earlier that morning. The genki blond jumped and raced up the stairs when he heard a loud crash. "Yohji-ken!" he cried as he ran over to the fallen blond. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Hai," Yohji said, waving the young blond off.
Curious, Omi looked up towards the top of the stairs, but there was nothing there. "Anou…. Yohji-kun, what happened?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"I just got surprised and fell down the stairs Omittchi, nothing to worry about," Yohji said, pushing himself hastily to his feet. "See? I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." Yohji grinned and made a show of dusting himself off to cover his own confusion.
"But-" Omi began, still worried about his friend.
"You should get back down to the shop Omi. I'll be down in time for my shift to start," Yohji assured the blond.
"Alright," Omi said slowly, not believing the playboy's act for one instant.