Ok.sorry this took so long. I was sort of sidetracked by other things. ^^b but here it is chapter five of A Night on the Town!

********Chapter 5: Sleeping Angel********

It was well into the morning by the time the two assassins arrived home from their mission. Ken was a little surprised that Omi wasn't waiting for them at the door.

"I wonder where Omi is?" but his question went unanswered. His new-found love had long since refrained from speaking to him. "Aya.daijoubu?" More silence. Without so much as a glance at him, the older assassin stalked silently to his room. Ken played with the thought of following him, but decided against it. Breakfast was more important at the moment.

It wasn't too long after when Omi trudged down the stairs to join Ken at the breakfast table. "Ohayo, Omi-kun."

"Ohayo." the blue-eyed one flopped lazily on a chair and proceeded to doze.

"Didn't get much sleep last night?"

The boy simply looked at him. His eyes were glazed over. He had the stupidest of grins on his face. "Oh, it's ok! It was worth it."

Ken coughed and tried to finish his breakfast, but his thoughts kept floating back to Aya. (I've got to see if he's okay.he should at least speak to me after all we've been through.) "Well, I'm heading upstairs. Good night Omi." There was no reply. The younger boy was passed out on the kitchen table.

His palms had started sweating long before reaching Aya's door. Why was he so nervous? What was he afraid of? He had no idea, but he had to know what was wrong. He tapped lightly on the door. "Aya-kun?" No answer.

He counted to ten and knocked again. Still no answer. Quietly, he opened the door and peeked in. His love was sound asleep on the bed. He'd already kicked off the covers and was snoring slightly. Ken smiled slightly and creeped in to re-cover his love. Ever-so-gently, he placed the covers over the sleeping assassin, gently brushing red locks out of his eyes. (He looks like an angel.) He thought. He was about to lean in for a kiss when violet eyes fluttered open, growing wide with shock.

"Ken?! What are you doing in here?"

Ken jumped back. Why would he get a reaction like this? He stammered a response. "Well - I - I came to see if you were alright, but you were asleep, so I - I - "

The older man glared. "Get out."

It was Ken's turn to be shocked. "Aya.what's wrong? Did I?"

"Just leave." The older man rolled over, hiding himself beneath the covers.

Ken shuffled out of the room, feeling quite disoriented. Had he dreamed everything that happened last night? Was it all just something he imagined? No, he was sure it was real, but Aya had seemed accepting of it all. He seemed to want it as bad as he did. Why the sudden change? What had he seen in that dark and smelly basement that had changed him? What was so horrible? Unable to answer his own questions, he went to bed, hoping for some sleep.